Songtext zu 'Do You' von Slum Village

(Elzhi)
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Nigga...

(Elzhi)

Let me attempt to spit this
Assist this with a pen in my fist
Im scriptin Sonny Liston's lost b
Quick six whips sick clique its Slum V
We stick chicks til their extensions fuzzy
Jewerly's thick and chunky ridiculous
Like in them pictures when slick
rick was a young bee...boy
And picked his gumby im comfy
Til you insist you'll take
my existence from me
Clack Click, the clip spits buddy
I place you in ditches like
egyptians that stitched mummys
Your limpin bloody
I serve niggas like the
homeless mission kitchen
We're fixing chicken for the bums free
You cant tell us we dont get this money
We keep a dollar up like richie rich's puppy
We looking for the dips with donkey's to hit
Its the Villa gorilla pimps, your
chimps and monkeys bitch

(T3)
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Nigga...

(T3)

When you see me in a spot
never less than a dime
Yall might roll with 6 we sit with a 9
See, Im a sick rapper with
a flow thats divine
Yall might flip the flow but
dont flip it like mine
Yall might roll with a squad
but it aint like mine
See im quick with the flow
dogg im good to the go
Imma stack till i spit til i cant go broke
I want the Benz , the Range, I
want it all , I want gold
Then i dips in the whips with the
chicks in the clothes
Cause i chill with the chicks
who be the centerfolds
Then i creep to the mo, with
a freak on the low
Then i come thru the doe,
then i mash on the flo
Yea I keeps it moving like the local D.O.T's
Keep serving these yo's with
the bad tendancies
Let a nigga do his thang,
shit stop sweating me
Gone roll with a playa girl
its all hustle free

Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Jeeeaaaa

(Elzhi)
But of course it be effortless we
pullin up in the porshe
Medallion the size of a horse on my necklace
We done it again, done got under your skin
We come hot like a gun pop running ur jems

(T3)
Can none stop this thing of ours
The ladies they fein and double
team in gstrings and bras
Make em scream like electric strings guitars
Dont hate on the squad cause
my niggas is stars