Lyric You Do I Do
[Intro] Def Squad
Hah! Yo this ain t nuthin but rock shit
I don t think ya ll niggaz can t keep up with this!
FUCK ALL YOU MUTHAFUCKAZ!
FUCK YOU! Hah!
I don t think they can get with it!
There s too much shit goin on!
Yo yo yo yo yo
[Verse] Redman
I was chillin up ??? Dog Deluxe
Rockin diamond and G with the rooftop cut
I ma grown man don t got no time for games n stuff
I got balls that ll beat ya ollets 21 rough
Look at my face, Doc s the name, don t forget it
I makes ya make ya scream: "BOW!"
Like my name s Willie, I get sick with it
Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up
Before yo stink bitch bit it, I betta clippin crap
That ya ll cats is black, a prays if the eight jacks
So send neck thru facts, resevoir (---) go ball when I was four
Explore whores, when rock came to the door
You never seen before, life to your hood
My steady shows leave niggaz faxs like Rosewood
When I drop the filth weather, bigga built
Our dog fucked the shit outta bitch, of Tiger Mill
[Chorus]
You drinkin , I m drinkin
You smokin , I m smokin
You freakin , I m freakin
You fuckin , we fuckin
You fucked up, we fucked up
We make it, we take it
You hate me, I hate you
You talk shit, I talk shit
[Verse] Erick Sermon
In a flash I be the E, cat n mouse and cash
Not many ballin niggaz out there, can touch my style!
Or touch the S-class, the 5-00 sittin on parrellies, chrome
The big 2-0, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep
For all ya fake dues, I m the only show that peeps
Last week I was uptown, playin the streets
????????1-5-fifth and get...BUDDAH
That s when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her bitch
There was a time if I ain t doin that, I ain t doin shit
I might go to the studio and make a hit
I call my baby s moms, an hear her talk shit
I scoop, I ain t get my kids, niggaz please
We hit Toys r Rus and then Micky D s
And go to a movie, the end (of) the day, and talk to em
And take em back around away, and that s REAL!
[Chorus]
[Verse] Keith Murray
Well it s the sly Gemini, me and potatoe cuttin drops
Have the guy, wellknown but still just gettin by
And I verify mathematics don t lie nigga
Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie
It be the niggaz that don t immediate pertain to the situation
That be tryin to come up off the chips, and niggaz makin
And always worried if I ma diss you, you insecure bitch
To the government, stay out my shit!
Niggaz was glad when I came with the keys to the chains
To the cellblock to the stage, now it s time to rock
I return like I never left, D-E-F, got the whole world gaspin for breath
We got these hoes spread it out like mustard
I ask flava and chop, they said: "Yo, don t trust it"
No, no no noo
Hah! Yo this ain t nuthin but rock shit
I don t think ya ll niggaz can t keep up with this!
FUCK ALL YOU MUTHAFUCKAZ!
FUCK YOU! Hah!
I don t think they can get with it!
There s too much shit goin on!
Yo yo yo yo yo
[Verse] Redman
I was chillin up ??? Dog Deluxe
Rockin diamond and G with the rooftop cut
I ma grown man don t got no time for games n stuff
I got balls that ll beat ya ollets 21 rough
Look at my face, Doc s the name, don t forget it
I makes ya make ya scream: "BOW!"
Like my name s Willie, I get sick with it
Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up
Before yo stink bitch bit it, I betta clippin crap
That ya ll cats is black, a prays if the eight jacks
So send neck thru facts, resevoir (---) go ball when I was four
Explore whores, when rock came to the door
You never seen before, life to your hood
My steady shows leave niggaz faxs like Rosewood
When I drop the filth weather, bigga built
Our dog fucked the shit outta bitch, of Tiger Mill
[Chorus]
You drinkin , I m drinkin
You smokin , I m smokin
You freakin , I m freakin
You fuckin , we fuckin
You fucked up, we fucked up
We make it, we take it
You hate me, I hate you
You talk shit, I talk shit
[Verse] Erick Sermon
In a flash I be the E, cat n mouse and cash
Not many ballin niggaz out there, can touch my style!
Or touch the S-class, the 5-00 sittin on parrellies, chrome
The big 2-0, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep
For all ya fake dues, I m the only show that peeps
Last week I was uptown, playin the streets
????????1-5-fifth and get...BUDDAH
That s when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her bitch
There was a time if I ain t doin that, I ain t doin shit
I might go to the studio and make a hit
I call my baby s moms, an hear her talk shit
I scoop, I ain t get my kids, niggaz please
We hit Toys r Rus and then Micky D s
And go to a movie, the end (of) the day, and talk to em
And take em back around away, and that s REAL!
[Chorus]
[Verse] Keith Murray
Well it s the sly Gemini, me and potatoe cuttin drops
Have the guy, wellknown but still just gettin by
And I verify mathematics don t lie nigga
Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie
It be the niggaz that don t immediate pertain to the situation
That be tryin to come up off the chips, and niggaz makin
And always worried if I ma diss you, you insecure bitch
To the government, stay out my shit!
Niggaz was glad when I came with the keys to the chains
To the cellblock to the stage, now it s time to rock
I return like I never left, D-E-F, got the whole world gaspin for breath
We got these hoes spread it out like mustard
I ask flava and chop, they said: "Yo, don t trust it"
No, no no noo
