Do It (Album Version)
Rasheeda"Do It (Album Version)" is a song by Rasheeda, released in 2001 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:39 long and contains 132 lines and 683 words.
Lyrics
0:08Do it
0:08Come on now
0:09Do it
0:10Come on now
0:11Do it
0:12Come on
0:13Do the damn thang
0:14Do it
0:16Come on now
0:16Do it
0:17Come on now
0:18Do it
0:19Come on
0:20Do the damn thang
0:21Do it
0:22Come on now
0:23Do it
0:24Come on now
0:25Do it
0:26Come on
0:27Do the damn thang
0:28Come on let's start this sh*t
0:30Shawty let's crank this sh*t
0:32A little sumethin' for them hatin' hoes
0:34Who gets nothing' but them knees and boes
0:35Why y'all all in my grill
0:37Why y'all can't keep it real
0:39Always tryin' to plot and scheme
0:41Wanna live this life is just a dream
0:42Ain't no one in teams
0:44All the real niggas know what it mean
0:46Catch me y'all just to slow
0:48Hatin' hoes gotta let y'all go
0:49Don't never try to stop my flo'
0:51Won't tell you this sh*t no mo'
0:53Da baddest hoe that you ever seen
0:54Two triple o shawty 'bout that green
0:56All that they understand
0:58All that they understand
1:00See they don't know what we sayin'
1:02These muthaf**kers think we playing'
1:04Fake these in my grill
1:05Fake these all in my grill
1:07Say their don't wanna get to it
1:09These don't wanna do it
1:10Do it
1:11Come on now
1:12Do it
1:13Come on now
1:14Do it
1:15Come on
1:15Do the damn thang
1:17Do it
1:18Come on now
1:19Do it
1:20Come on now
1:21Do it
1:22Come on
1:22Do the damn thang
1:23You can tell a real ni**a from the fake fake
1:25A trill ni**a that's down in the cake cake
1:27A hot girl that's clean not stank stank
1:28Some bad weave for somebody
1:30So you took a little drank
1:31So I guess it made you think that you could when you can't
1:33Wit' the n wit' the ain't
1:34Ain't nobody got time round here to playing round
1:35Sucka wit' the big sack ni**a better lay it down
1:38Coming' through ain't bout that shady sh*t
1:39Boy i'm mo' dirty than dusty rhodes
1:41I drop the beat and rock the flo'
1:43Representing that que bo gold
1:45So don't you try to test us out thinkin' we country wit' no skills
1:48'Cuz I drop the bass and tame the bass
1:50Put this fire to yo' grill
1:51Well I was born in illinois okay ah
1:54Raised in atlanta g-a yeah lived in new york and la yeah
1:57I'm da sh*t no matter where I stay
1:59'Cuz uh I wuz cut like that lil' buddy I'm stacked like that
2:02From da front to da side to da back rasheeda and I'm tight like that
2:06I ain't never been worried bout anotha
2:08Cutter her buddy lil' buddy I don't studder
2:099 double lock chrome for the lame lame
2:11Big faces in my pocket not the chump change
2:13Ride the benz with the wood grain grilled out smoke frame
2:15With the knock knock
2:1638 pop pop all you haters just stop or you gone get dropped
2:19Do it
2:21Come on now
2:21Do it
2:22Come on now
2:23Do it
2:24Come on
2:25Do the damn thang
2:26Do it
2:28Come on now
2:28Do it
2:29Come on now
2:30Do it
2:31Come on
2:32Do the damn thang
2:34Stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
2:37All p**sy and who ever wit' 'em
2:40All I say is sic 'em and there go my boys d-s-g-b pastor damn troy
2:47Boy you ain't ready boy you don't want it
2:51Boy we ain't ready b**ch get disappointed
2:54Sh*t all I know is southern blo'd not lower than a dime
2:58From thirty piece to quarter we strictly on da grind
3:01No time to spit no evidence no evidence no charge
3:05Since they ain't got no evidence I gave them my lil' boy
3:08The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker
3:11Drop the bomb on you b**ches pastor and rasheeda
3:15Do it
3:16Come on now
3:17Do it
3:18Come on now
3:19Do it
3:20Come on
3:20Do the damn thang
3:22Do it
3:23Come on now
3:24Do it
3:25Come on now
3:26Do it
3:27Come on
3:28Do the damn thang
3:30Come on now
3:32Come on yo
3:34Come on
3:34Do the damn thang
3:37Come on
3:39Come on
Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang Come on let's start this sh*t Shawty let's crank this sh*t A little sumethin' for them hatin' hoes Who gets nothing' but them knees and boes Why y'all all in my grill Why y'all can't keep it real Always tryin' to plot and scheme Wanna live this life is just a dream Ain't no one in teams All the real niggas know what it mean Catch me y'all just to slow Hatin' hoes gotta let y'all go Don't never try to stop my flo' Won't tell you this sh*t no mo' Da baddest hoe that you ever seen Two triple o shawty 'bout that green All that they understand All that they understand See they don't know what we sayin' These muthaf**kers think we playing' Fake these in my grill Fake these all in my grill Say their don't wanna get to it These don't wanna do it Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang You can tell a real ni**a from the fake fake A trill ni**a that's down in the cake cake A hot girl that's clean not stank stank Some bad weave for somebody So you took a little drank So I guess it made you think that you could when you can't Wit' the n wit' the ain't Ain't nobody got time round here to playing round Sucka wit' the big sack ni**a better lay it down Coming' through ain't bout that shady sh*t Boy i'm mo' dirty than dusty rhodes I drop the beat and rock the flo' Representing that que bo gold So don't you try to test us out thinkin' we country wit' no skills 'Cuz I drop the bass and tame the bass Put this fire to yo' grill Well I was born in illinois okay ah Raised in atlanta g-a yeah lived in new york and la yeah I'm da sh*t no matter where I stay 'Cuz uh I wuz cut like that lil' buddy I'm stacked like that From da front to da side to da back rasheeda and I'm tight like that I ain't never been worried bout anotha Cutter her buddy lil' buddy I don't studder 9 double lock chrome for the lame lame Big faces in my pocket not the chump change Ride the benz with the wood grain grilled out smoke frame With the knock knock 38 pop pop all you haters just stop or you gone get dropped Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang Stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em All p**sy and who ever wit' 'em All I say is sic 'em and there go my boys d-s-g-b pastor damn troy Boy you ain't ready boy you don't want it Boy we ain't ready b**ch get disappointed Sh*t all I know is southern blo'd not lower than a dime From thirty piece to quarter we strictly on da grind No time to spit no evidence no evidence no charge Since they ain't got no evidence I gave them my lil' boy The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker Drop the bomb on you b**ches pastor and rasheeda Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang Do it Come on now Do it Come on now Do it Come on Do the damn thang Come on now Come on yo Come on Do the damn thang Come on Come on
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