Curren$y - Just Do It lyrics

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Curren$y - Just Do It lyrics

(Silkk Talking) Diesel, Sound Like One of Em Fake Bouncing When He See Me Like Gutter, Real Gutter [Chorus] Just Do It You ain't gotta talk all loud in my ear Just Do It Yapping and stuff when I'm standing right here Just Do It You ain't gotta tell me what you gonna do Just Do It I'ma do me so you do you Just Do It You ain't gotta tell me how you getting no cream Just Do It n***a yapping, trying to sell me a drink Just Do It You ain't gotta try to front for no broads Just Do It Trying to mug, trying to be all hard [Silkk the Shocker] What's up k**a, you hear this then don't think, bounce You counting me out, motherf**er, you can't count Windows cracked, Car drop low, I'm laid back lord In a Chevelle, 100 ??, no sixes on the course Ain't no stressing in my blood, game on my back Knock you out just for sayin my name on wax Cause if its that serious, e-mail me, send me a fax If it's that real, watch how quick I get back See, I been about my stacks way before I been rapping Playboy, whats on your mind, look, lets get it cracking I been having paper way before I went platinum It don't take too much to get it jumping, man what's happening [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] n***as be handcuffing their girl when I'm around and sh** I don't know if its me or the n***a don't want me around his chick I was looking besides she was looking first She ain't even my type besides look it just wouldn't work I'm the type to tap y'all and wild out with witnesses I come back, different day, different clothes, and different whip I'm paid and you broke, I already know how you feel You ain't gotta ask about flow, you already know I got sk** But better calm your boy down, have him walk it off Cause in a few, he ain't gonna be able to walk at all Either we all can get along The dude and crew or we can all be alone Or we all get the chrome Whatever it is, just please stop callin my phone [Chorus] [Curren$y] Hustler, Baller, Gangsta, Caterpillar Yeah, Who I Be, That's Curren$y, Tha Hot Spitta T Crooked R U, Young rich n***a I'm up in Cali, wheelin ya lowrider bicycles He talk a good one but you n***as can't I'ma pull the cannons out, make you wish and blow your candles out Raised by the streets, C-Murder show me what a man about Gangstas never flinch and when they sent, get their hands out You n***as what richboys real riding on them spinning wheels, on a cadillac deville I'ma say what I feel and back it up with the steel Get it even if I have to jeapordize my deal [Chorus]