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Common - Dooinit
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Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka (repeat 6x) Mofucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a new jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged Something different from these hollow and grunting niggas This is business strictly, step to my business is risky specially when you as bitch as missy Back to back lps that sound the same, I surround the game With a four-pounded brainstorm To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game Used to breakdance, its a shame What money do to a nigga brain If he lose his soul what did a nigga gain? doin it, doin it, I am doin it c o double m o to the n (cut and Scratched 4x) My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his work off to customers I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing coronas See shirts that say we gotta get over That juggy shit is over, the war is on I on;y want to be a soldier, Im holding on, to a culture Focused like gordon parks when its sorta dark For niggas thats flooded with ice, my thoughts the ark Performing warming arts with some shit for the heart Dont fuck with radio, ignoring the charts I could give a fuck what you made in a year, nigga, you wack A soft nigga on a hard track, in this new rap Generation I x cats like a muslim He fell off cause I pushed him Let his bently and his weak crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him doin it, doin it, I am doin it c o double m o to the n (cut and Scratched 4x) You wasnt saying you was a thug before pac came Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like kane Then snoop released and it became a g thang Claim sets, your city aint got gangs Niggas hate you, they aint paying you no attention In a circle of faggots, your name is mentioned With six degrees, I separate mcs, from a business man thats good ]from a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood ]from what a nigga says to whats understood Keep my shit tight like them boys in the wood Dick is always hard like the boyz in the hood Peace to dug inf, no i, sean lett, the whole chi At the crib some cats give me the cold eye Im a bitch slap the next one Let him know the world is my section for taking You got to reduce aggression doin it, doin it, I am doin it c o double m o to the n (cut and Scratched 4x)
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