Petey Pablo - Do Dat Lyrics
Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)Are you a ***** baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on,Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one.Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class EBig body be for your CD on ya DVDFor ya T.V in ya head beatsIn ya back seat (Haha)Yall think Im meanRunnin round talking bout the shit that you talking boutHow you the drug game sewed up and locked downJohn Gotti got life and Im sure he never told nobodyBoy lets put on an album so the *****in feds could buy itYou should be shouting out them bodies you buriedNine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47'sIllegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the clubYou got so many gunsTell me why you rapping stead of getting robbedI got two more verses for (huh)this ain't just to an individual personThese questions here for all of ya(Hook x1)I can write a song with out ice, *****es, and cars, can u mutha *****as do dat(DODAT)I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha *****as dodat (DO DAT)(Chorus x2)Yoouuu gon have to change up all yo shit in a little bitWhen the radios in the club get to pumpin disAnd they start to finding out what what rappin really isNow that you know what the song aboutYall probably cussin me outYou gonna listen to it anyhowLets talk about somebody EskimoRentin they jewelry from JacobAnd dont let me knowYou got a platinum pieceBut your chain is plain right gone(?)After the video it gotsta go back to the stoThats CrazyTalkin bout some shit you dont ownOughta be ashamed of yourselfYo dont they call that frontin
