Goodie Mob - Just Do It Lyrics
HookWell Im just gonna tell youWe aint bout that talking homeboy, well do itAnd all that acting you doing, we see through it***** hollering and screaming lets get to it, lets get to it(cee-lo)Now I say my rap reflect the enemyPassion and positive energyYall talk about killing, it dont surprise meTripping bout a nigga, dont judge me wiselyBut I aint bout to holler or scream at youYou can look in my eyes and tell what Id doIm a charge at niggas and you know Im trueBut goddammit, ***** nigga this one for youI know how it go, I done been out there beforeHeard its goddamn ? time to blow?Stomping niggas down till they dont want no moreTrying to get some polos straight out the storeSome gone, some just cant let it goI might laugh and joke, but Ill let a nigga knowIm the same mother*****er from 84And I still do it in the aftershowAnd I dont like to feel like Im being triedI aint bullet-proof, plenty nigga done diedBut I damn sho aint finna go and hideI got one on me, and Im down to rideI aint trying to say I got all the gameI got fame, but a million I cant claimSo respect me playa, and Ill do the sameBut neither one is guaranteed to have the best aimHook(t-mo)The revolution has begun...........Handle your business playaDevoted to the game, and dope cut-throat ways will get you paid in fullPull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quickSlick its like a porn flickUmm... imagine having money so bigIt makes you look like a pigGet your big behindYou remind me of swine with your fat noseStuck in your pose and ? thread bed? that shawtyLame with your game, put it all on the tableGot your label and your fast cars, and your bodyguard looking hardThrowing your cheese, for them rats its snacksIm like a egg bout to hatchTony, horny, Im macaroniCommercialize suckers looking like bustersId ride for the kings and queens of my mother*****ing teamSpark in the night, ummmm we bout to fightHaters, come and say that shit,Dammit these fools gonna have to take us togetherHow the *****, ever you want it, get to itSwatsHook(khujo)The streets making you feel like a real gBut we georgia finest, our fulton county fleetYou still putting thangs up in your mouthCause you been pacifired, since you was knee-highAll your life in school, thats the reason why you couldnt learn nothingRunt, at the tender age of 18, books no longer hold your attention spanShort term, but you can sho enough count that greenSomething you just cant coachDont sing it, bring itI usually caught me at least one fool a gameYou can only phanthom pain, I dont have toBut dont let me get on a case of this drankLeak to my heart, elevate to my brainMake you wanna walk that plankYoud better swim mother*****erCause bullshit dont floatYou are what you eatSee you remind of this goat that I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chinCurbing over some yellow rice, you cant do shitMight as well hit the graveyard shiftSomewhere at mcdonalds or burger kingGrab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody caresAnd we do *****s that grip leather chairsHook(big gipp)I used to hang out, smoke out, ***** out, bang outRun your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took outOn the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feetLeft em out in the open scoping that ass out for weeksNever speaking, busting, breaking brainsBerettas brought the rain back and forthTrigger action, snatch it up, load it upHit the door, gotta call, yo he at the mall***** it all, hit em one, two, three timesI was scared the first shot, but liked the second and thirdLeft him hollering and screaming, dreaming for another chance to liveHad it up yesterday, but today its mineBust your ass one more time, for the niggas on the grindSo go and hideHook
