E.l.o. - Do Ya lyrics

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E.l.o. - Do Ya lyrics

[Chorus] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this When I told ya I had a white gurl I thought y'all was gonna hurl Y'all looked sick but the b**h still s** on my dick {ohh} But to all my n***az in the pin and some waiting to get it in I want all y'all n***as to [Chorus] This is a discipline rap for my n***az back in tha bin Tryin to hustle for the tin A discipline tracks for my n***az that rap But now I'm back and I hope ya don't do that Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it But sometimes ya gotta slow it down Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin' Like some of them rappers bringin' two steps back in But today is the day for hunger in the game It ain't bout the fame its all about the brains And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat Gone on head and do that But ya always gotta think Ohh you thought I stopped rappin Put yo money back in the bank on my rank I'm numba 1 You is numba two I don't know what cha gone do Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's Back in the game this sh** it like it was back in the day I'm bout to throw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh} [Chorus] Check it out now My boy doe just ripped it Sip it smoke it do sumthin' wid it Get suppa sick wid it Girl I'm headin' to tha south I really want you to head down south if you know what I mean Use you're mouth like you're in a bath ridin' on a rath But to all my n***az in the pin and some waiting to get it in I want all y'all n***as to [Chorus] Super hyipihe in this b**h smokin' on da litch Throw that b**h right back in that nasty a** ditch X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets Like the arm of Donavaon Mccnabb but think fast hoe Four-four gone blow me and E-40 we got all the dough But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin' at fourteen Tryin to get a wagur too [Chorus]