Don’t Do It lyrics

[Hook]
Them n*ggas got an attitude when we pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights down)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
They call me Joey PYREX, cause I whip it the good
n*ggas ain’t recognize yet, but they b*tches do
Nah, I ain’t throwin’ up no sets, but my n*ggas do
Versace frames, Versace chains, that’s what Big would do
Aquafina, she got that Aquafina
So much ass up in this car, you would think it’s La Marina
And this chain weigh two kilos, bought that b*tch in 88′
Tattoo Al Pacino, [?] deep dish in that paper plate
(Don’t do it!) I’mma work of art but these gats deep
(Don’t do it!) I’m Leonardo, Great Gatsby
Swimming pools, day parties, white girls doin’ cocaine prolly
She gave strep, she’ll leave ok, that b*tch sound like James Harden

[Hook]
Them n*ggas got an attitude when we pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Montana, turn the lights on!)
[Verse 2: French Montana]
All my dawgs stylin’, got em feelin’ awkward
Them n*ggas foul, Joey Crawford
Don’t do it, [?], eight digits, blew it
And I caught up whippin’ hard like Martha Stewart
I’m talkin’ thirty chains, thirty clip a pint
Gettin’ brain, make a mill, watchin’ n*ggas change
sh*t get strange, them coke boys be whylin’
Drop head, no molly, More O’s, more problems
I say f*ck hoes, more comic

[Hook]
Them n*ggas got an attitude when we pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights on!)

[Verse 3: Rico Love]
Black drop-top, drop-crotch, call me Hammer Time
Rolley black face with yellow diamonds, that’s a Dandelion
Phantom Spaceship, I could try that b*tch and recline
And when you go to Hublot, tell em my name
The owner’s a friend of mine
I’m on every station, listen for my adlib
You came for vacation but n*gga that’s where I live
Gave my daddy my Benz, gave my momma my Grammys
Still the king of the mill and I run that b*tch from Miami
Do somethin’, n*gga!
[Hook]
Them n*ggas got an attitude when we pull in them cars
Shutting down the avenue and they start actin’ like ‘em broads
Don’t, don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it, don’t, don’t do it!
(Turn the lights on!)