Do It

Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about
Let me see if this is real

When I do it, eyes lookin' at me
When the music should be the only thing you see
It's the score to a cinematic oddity
Lettin' off shit, hit your ass repeatedly
Acrobatic, wha'
I'll pull something through your chest-piece
Before she came home, pit-stopped breast be
Watched the movie, and smoked a philly
And took a hit of D. She actin' all silly
And I pull the brothers in depressed situations
When the thang hit the 'phere, we risin' up to the occassion

You're killin' me wit' petty, little rap beat
No fingerprints is how my expert-ass be
While I'm at it, I'ma stand my ground right here
Spotlight, where the chicks is found.
You see this little-ass club we in
Yo, it's mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum

Yeah, that's alright
But I know you can do better than that
C'mon, c'mon

Alright then
I guess we stand the same ground, same page and wanna freak shit
I wanna eat it, watch you beat it, cum real hard than repeatin'
Yo, the frivolous rap song he rap about is no good
Remove all the crap about my dogs is all in for the national
No passion, then I guess they be cashin' out
I keep my eyes on things and I keep my shine on bling
My people's ain't nothin' to toy wit'
Professional, leavin' a boy stiff
You doin' all while you're really talkin'
You need to get gun or get walkin'
This greedy-ass country we in
I guess it's mine, intertwine, wink ya bun, do it to the drum

What 'chu really wanna do
I wanna really do it right
What 'chu really wanna do
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight
For real
For real

Well, what 'chu feel
Well, what 'chu feel
We can do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, uh
What 'chu really wanna do
I wanna really do it right
What 'chu really wanna do
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight
For real
For real

Well, what 'chu feel
Well, what 'chu feel
We can do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, uh

What 'chu really wanna do
I wanna really do it right
What 'chu really wanna do
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight
For real
For real
Well, what 'chu feel
Well, what 'chu feel
We can, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, uh
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it

So, I was wondering what would happen'
How would you feel if I came inside your bedroom and
I took off all your clothes, and took all mines off
And, uh, I got the portable DVD thing
And, got the right connections
I stick it in and put on top your spa basing to get you all fucked up over the bounce
And then, you can take it off and then



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Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, George L. Spivey
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