Hi-C
Hi-C - Do It songtekst
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[Hi-C:] Yeah... H-I' It don't stop... y'all niggaz must have forgot Y'all motherfuckers gon' mind me Yeah... check it out, check it out Now I won't call ya crab if you don't call me slob Livin' in the West is a full-time job Niggaz be trippin' off of petty shit Nigga miss me with that bank and then check yo' grip You gots to know when to ride, know when to hide Know when to blast, and try not to die Niggaz be whoopin' that yang and shit Knowin' they be suckin' up a gang of dick You need to stop runnin' your mouth, be quiet You won't throw a rock in a riot See we can make shit like this all day And serve it to yo' ass like some Alizé All I wanna do is be a high roller Step in my way I'll eat yo' ass like ebola - virus Hi' is the name - you knew it Fuck what ya heard, I gotta do it like I'm used to it [Chorus x3: DJ Quik on talkbox] Do it - do it, do it, do it (I gotta do it like I'm used to it) Do it - do it, do it, do it {"I'm a veteran, boy"} [Hi-C:] Now I don't mean to flag, sag, brag or boast But I'm the most - underrated nigga on this Coast I'll fall on my knees, throw my hands up to God Thinkin' to myself "Kumbaya my Lord" If it don't work this time, I'll quit I'm right back in the field, slangin' that shit But life goes on and the earth rotate Players still play and then haters still hate Don't step in my path, I'll whip ass And if a nigga talk shit - I'ma do ya bad You gets the benefit of the doubt But if you ain't legit I'ma knock yo' ass out Back in your mouth with that gangsta shit Half dance in the house, nah we don't quit Rem and Cashe and Kenny Mack Lil' V from St. Louis even got my back Quik (?) and G-One From the land of the trees and a gang of guns So come on down, be the first to get wet You don't have to give me shit, I'ma take my respect Leave a bitter taste in your face like lemon Stackin' more chips than that nigga Russell Simmons Y'all don't wanna see me in a rowd' fight Thank you for comin' out, God bless ya, good night [gunshot]... y'all niggaz better watch me [Chorus: DJ Quik on talkbox] Do it - do it, do it, do it {"I'm a veteran, boy"} Do it - do it, do it, do it [Hi-C:] Now let me dig deep in my memory bank And come up with some shit to make a nightclub sink Fool what you think, we was doin' this for free? Scratch in the bank, videos on TV Don't hate me 'cause you're mad at the earth Let the pistols bust and lay yo' ass to the turf Guys are male bitches, they never get this work A six million dollar man is what a nigga worth Ladies in the house if you're down to win, say (Nigga, what's up on my end?) All the ladies in the house if you're down to win, say (Nigga, what's up on my end?) All the players in the house thats makin' scratch, say (Bitch, it ain't goin' down like that) All my players in the house thats makin' scratch, say (Bitch, it ain't goin' down like that) God gave me the talent, so why not use it Fuck what ya heard, I gotta do it like I'm used to it [Chorus x5: DJ Quik on talkbox] Do it - do it, do it, do it (I gotta do it like I'm used to it) Do it - do it, do it, do it {"I'm a veteran, boy"} [talkbox adlibs]