Let's do It
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Fuck it, it's the story boys man
Right, right
Uh-huh, I'm a holla at 'em dog
It's on me
Got my nigga Mike B
South Central, South Queens
Xzibit on
'Bout to tear it down with my nigga, you know?
Let's stick holla at 'em dog
I'm getting tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all
Before they can fake and make up another one that's false
I'ma take it and break it down so y'all can knock it off
It's my call, it's in my corner, they too soft
Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck, don't need much but heat in the truck
Weed in the Dutch, beats I'm beating 'em up
Streets sweeping 'em up, niggas deals is up
It's more than a game, don't let the fame go to your brain
I'm still in the rain while lives get caught in the drain
It's nothing to me, niggas ain't fucking with me
I dump at your V and leave you niggas slumped in your seat
Jump if it's beef, my wolves need something to eat
Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, Gucci material
Bottom line, hit on my nine with no serial
First class flights and TVs is digital
Nigga bust guns, get it right homie
Up in the club, we came to get it gully
Smoke weed, drink Henny, man get it ugly
Hard liquor for shorties, we don't pop bubbly
Load up the steel if you dumping on me
Real talk, true story, all about the money
From the streets we ride, you know our style homie
If shorty wanna bounce with us then she out homie
Shit, cause it's all official, load your pistol
I ain't writing, I'm sure to hit you
Shoot through walls, you could die with your bitch too
So ladies, get out the way first
You gotta be kidding dog, I gots to spray first
Nigga, turn your promotional van into a hearse
Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop
Pull up to the spot, they suck cock off the shrimp of the watch
Little homie, and that's alone
Fuck you got guns for if your cats at home?
You need to have 'em on your waist like me
Run, duck, hide from the jake like me
Been around the world on fake ID
I got businesses, shot witnesses
Bottom line, X1 is hot with this shit
Nigga bust guns, get it right homie
Up in the club, we came to get it gully
Smoke weed, drink Henny, man get it ugly
Hard liquor for shorties, we don't pop bubbly
Load up the steel if you dumping on me
Real talk, true story, all about the money
From the streets we ride, you know our style homie
If shorty wanna bounce with us then she out homie
Yo Uzi, googly and kooky
Bru-fleas and usually on two or three
Looney, disrespectful and moody
Stupid, I hate the world I'm touring to me
Drink 'til I throw up and smoke until I tweak
Can't see me settle for less until I peak
Two milly, I'm too willy
Fifty thousand pills a week, I'm too filthy
Stocks and realty, crops and field weed
Scotch and whiskey, I pop 'til I'm switchy
Talented and gifty, fuck 'til I'm limpy
My soul empty, everybody finish!
Right, right
Uh-huh, I'm a holla at 'em dog
It's on me
Got my nigga Mike B
South Central, South Queens
Xzibit on
'Bout to tear it down with my nigga, you know?
Let's stick holla at 'em dog
I'm getting tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all
Before they can fake and make up another one that's false
I'ma take it and break it down so y'all can knock it off
It's my call, it's in my corner, they too soft
Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck, don't need much but heat in the truck
Weed in the Dutch, beats I'm beating 'em up
Streets sweeping 'em up, niggas deals is up
It's more than a game, don't let the fame go to your brain
I'm still in the rain while lives get caught in the drain
It's nothing to me, niggas ain't fucking with me
I dump at your V and leave you niggas slumped in your seat
Jump if it's beef, my wolves need something to eat
Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, Gucci material
Bottom line, hit on my nine with no serial
First class flights and TVs is digital
Nigga bust guns, get it right homie
Up in the club, we came to get it gully
Smoke weed, drink Henny, man get it ugly
Hard liquor for shorties, we don't pop bubbly
Load up the steel if you dumping on me
Real talk, true story, all about the money
From the streets we ride, you know our style homie
If shorty wanna bounce with us then she out homie
Shit, cause it's all official, load your pistol
I ain't writing, I'm sure to hit you
Shoot through walls, you could die with your bitch too
So ladies, get out the way first
You gotta be kidding dog, I gots to spray first
Nigga, turn your promotional van into a hearse
Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop
Pull up to the spot, they suck cock off the shrimp of the watch
Little homie, and that's alone
Fuck you got guns for if your cats at home?
You need to have 'em on your waist like me
Run, duck, hide from the jake like me
Been around the world on fake ID
I got businesses, shot witnesses
Bottom line, X1 is hot with this shit
Nigga bust guns, get it right homie
Up in the club, we came to get it gully
Smoke weed, drink Henny, man get it ugly
Hard liquor for shorties, we don't pop bubbly
Load up the steel if you dumping on me
Real talk, true story, all about the money
From the streets we ride, you know our style homie
If shorty wanna bounce with us then she out homie
Yo Uzi, googly and kooky
Bru-fleas and usually on two or three
Looney, disrespectful and moody
Stupid, I hate the world I'm touring to me
Drink 'til I throw up and smoke until I tweak
Can't see me settle for less until I peak
Two milly, I'm too willy
Fifty thousand pills a week, I'm too filthy
Stocks and realty, crops and field weed
Scotch and whiskey, I pop 'til I'm switchy
Talented and gifty, fuck 'til I'm limpy
My soul empty, everybody finish!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.66] Fuck it, it's the story boys man
[00:04.89] Right, right
[00:04.90] Uh-huh, I'm a holla at 'em dog
[00:08.07] It's on me
[00:09.90] Got my nigga Mike B
[00:11.53] South Central, South Queens
[00:14.01] Xzibit on
[00:17.52] 'Bout to tear it down with my nigga, you know?
[00:20.78] Let's stick holla at 'em dog
[00:22.50] I'm getting tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all
[00:25.25] Before they can fake and make up another one that's false
[00:27.85] I'ma take it and break it down so y'all can knock it off
[00:30.35] It's my call, it's in my corner, they too soft
[00:32.85] Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck, don't need much but heat in the truck
[00:36.08] Weed in the Dutch, beats I'm beating 'em up
[00:38.22] Streets sweeping 'em up, niggas deals is up
[00:40.23] It's more than a game, don't let the fame go to your brain
[00:42.83] I'm still in the rain while lives get caught in the drain
[00:45.48] It's nothing to me, niggas ain't fucking with me
[00:47.93] I dump at your V and leave you niggas slumped in your seat
[00:50.60] Jump if it's beef, my wolves need something to eat
[00:53.22] Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, Gucci material
[00:56.03] Bottom line, hit on my nine with no serial
[00:58.68] First class flights and TVs is digital
[01:03.07] Nigga bust guns, get it right homie
[01:05.65] Up in the club, we came to get it gully
[01:07.89] Smoke weed, drink Henny, man get it ugly
[01:10.03] Hard liquor for shorties, we don't pop bubbly
[01:12.57] Load up the steel if you dumping on me
[01:15.06] Real talk, true story, all about the money
[01:17.65] From the streets we ride, you know our style homie
[01:20.33] If shorty wanna bounce with us then she out homie
[01:23.65] Shit, cause it's all official, load your pistol
[01:26.74] I ain't writing, I'm sure to hit you
[01:29.00] Shoot through walls, you could die with your bitch too
[01:31.46] So ladies, get out the way first
[01:33.87] You gotta be kidding dog, I gots to spray first
[01:36.31] Nigga, turn your promotional van into a hearse
[01:38.98] Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop
[01:41.25] Pull up to the spot, they suck cock off the shrimp of the watch
[01:44.61] Little homie, and that's alone
[01:46.53] Fuck you got guns for if your cats at home?
[01:49.51] You need to have 'em on your waist like me
[01:51.97] Run, duck, hide from the jake like me
[01:54.49] Been around the world on fake ID
[01:56.89] I got businesses, shot witnesses
[01:59.59] Bottom line, X1 is hot with this shit
[02:02.02] Nigga bust guns, get it right homie
[02:06.53] Up in the club, we came to get it gully
[02:08.38] Smoke weed, drink Henny, man get it ugly
[02:10.95] Hard liquor for shorties, we don't pop bubbly
[02:13.54] Load up the steel if you dumping on me
[02:16.00] Real talk, true story, all about the money
[02:18.59] From the streets we ride, you know our style homie
[02:21.32] If shorty wanna bounce with us then she out homie
[02:27.18] Yo Uzi, googly and kooky
[02:30.05] Bru-fleas and usually on two or three
[02:32.62] Looney, disrespectful and moody
[02:35.11] Stupid, I hate the world I'm touring to me
[02:37.62] Drink 'til I throw up and smoke until I tweak
[02:40.29] Can't see me settle for less until I peak
[02:43.07] Two milly, I'm too willy
[02:45.25] Fifty thousand pills a week, I'm too filthy
[02:47.94] Stocks and realty, crops and field weed
[02:50.51] Scotch and whiskey, I pop 'til I'm switchy
[02:52.85] Talented and gifty, fuck 'til I'm limpy
[02:55.50] My soul empty, everybody finish!
[02:59.26]
[00:04.89] Right, right
[00:04.90] Uh-huh, I'm a holla at 'em dog
[00:08.07] It's on me
[00:09.90] Got my nigga Mike B
[00:11.53] South Central, South Queens
[00:14.01] Xzibit on
[00:17.52] 'Bout to tear it down with my nigga, you know?
[00:20.78] Let's stick holla at 'em dog
[00:22.50] I'm getting tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all
[00:25.25] Before they can fake and make up another one that's false
[00:27.85] I'ma take it and break it down so y'all can knock it off
[00:30.35] It's my call, it's in my corner, they too soft
[00:32.85] Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck, don't need much but heat in the truck
[00:36.08] Weed in the Dutch, beats I'm beating 'em up
[00:38.22] Streets sweeping 'em up, niggas deals is up
[00:40.23] It's more than a game, don't let the fame go to your brain
[00:42.83] I'm still in the rain while lives get caught in the drain
[00:45.48] It's nothing to me, niggas ain't fucking with me
[00:47.93] I dump at your V and leave you niggas slumped in your seat
[00:50.60] Jump if it's beef, my wolves need something to eat
[00:53.22] Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, Gucci material
[00:56.03] Bottom line, hit on my nine with no serial
[00:58.68] First class flights and TVs is digital
[01:03.07] Nigga bust guns, get it right homie
[01:05.65] Up in the club, we came to get it gully
[01:07.89] Smoke weed, drink Henny, man get it ugly
[01:10.03] Hard liquor for shorties, we don't pop bubbly
[01:12.57] Load up the steel if you dumping on me
[01:15.06] Real talk, true story, all about the money
[01:17.65] From the streets we ride, you know our style homie
[01:20.33] If shorty wanna bounce with us then she out homie
[01:23.65] Shit, cause it's all official, load your pistol
[01:26.74] I ain't writing, I'm sure to hit you
[01:29.00] Shoot through walls, you could die with your bitch too
[01:31.46] So ladies, get out the way first
[01:33.87] You gotta be kidding dog, I gots to spray first
[01:36.31] Nigga, turn your promotional van into a hearse
[01:38.98] Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop
[01:41.25] Pull up to the spot, they suck cock off the shrimp of the watch
[01:44.61] Little homie, and that's alone
[01:46.53] Fuck you got guns for if your cats at home?
[01:49.51] You need to have 'em on your waist like me
[01:51.97] Run, duck, hide from the jake like me
[01:54.49] Been around the world on fake ID
[01:56.89] I got businesses, shot witnesses
[01:59.59] Bottom line, X1 is hot with this shit
[02:02.02] Nigga bust guns, get it right homie
[02:06.53] Up in the club, we came to get it gully
[02:08.38] Smoke weed, drink Henny, man get it ugly
[02:10.95] Hard liquor for shorties, we don't pop bubbly
[02:13.54] Load up the steel if you dumping on me
[02:16.00] Real talk, true story, all about the money
[02:18.59] From the streets we ride, you know our style homie
[02:21.32] If shorty wanna bounce with us then she out homie
[02:27.18] Yo Uzi, googly and kooky
[02:30.05] Bru-fleas and usually on two or three
[02:32.62] Looney, disrespectful and moody
[02:35.11] Stupid, I hate the world I'm touring to me
[02:37.62] Drink 'til I throw up and smoke until I tweak
[02:40.29] Can't see me settle for less until I peak
[02:43.07] Two milly, I'm too willy
[02:45.25] Fifty thousand pills a week, I'm too filthy
[02:47.94] Stocks and realty, crops and field weed
[02:50.51] Scotch and whiskey, I pop 'til I'm switchy
[02:52.85] Talented and gifty, fuck 'til I'm limpy
[02:55.50] My soul empty, everybody finish!
[02:59.26]