Mr. Porter - The Do Do lyrics

Ha, ha, ha, ha Yo what up, its Essman Spectrogams, my man Kon Artis, Obie Trice, Denaun Porter DJ motherf**ing bu*ter, sh** happens That's right, 2000-2001, D-Tweezy [Kon Artis] Knockout blows, mics get torn, out the frame without metronomes n***as want money, we send they a** home Without cab fare after my dick get blown The sign says no smoking so we smoke The bill come after we eat so we break out Loudmouth at the lunatic house With a bunch of Looney Tunes that'll go right in your mouth We the reason for split wigs, blood puddles shot up dead Baby momma with no daddys and 8 kids, criticize this Ya'll all can drink elephant piss and eat sh** Guess you didn't listen the first time What am I supposed to do, keep wasting my talent on battle raps f** that, I do this for Bugz The only battling I do is when I'm shooting up clubs DJ bu*ter, Obie Trice, sh** can happen, D-Twezzy [Obie Trice] Aye yo I spit through the music equipment I talk sh** to your chicks like I was intestines son of a b**h I lay ya flat like Charlie Batch the quarterback Getting sacked by that lineman, we feeling this a**crack O Trice the famed f*ggot I'm pa**ed that I'm out for the a** cap literally Bust a slug in your right cheek From these verbal tethlon that motherf**ers speak I run the blocks with a slew of freaks That love jacking n***as to accumulate heat Accommodate them b**hes with the seats Strip ya car empty sit it on the street I hope ya got ya policy back, no apoligy for that DVD that was snatch, n***as catch wooden bats Loose steel gats, juvenile thugs running up in ya flat f**in with us, you need aspirin for the act Its an outcold feeling in hearing ya fibula crack Obie trice and Kon Artis the hardest Regardless, flawless That's why bu*ter brought us bu*t ugly b**hes wanna record us And be sugar mommas and take us off the corner sh** happens