Rasheeda - Do It lyrics

[Hook:] Do it, (come on now) Do it, (come on now) Do it, (Come on) Do the damn thang [Verse 1: Rasheeda] Come on let's start this sh** Shawty let's crank this sh** A little sumethin for them hatin' hoes Who gets nothin' but them knees and boes Why ya'll all in my grill, Why ya'll can't keep it real Always tryin' to plot and scheme Wanna live this life is just a dream Ain't no I in teams All the real n***as know what it mean Catch me ya'll just to slow Hatin' hoes gotta let ya'll go Don't never try to stop my flo' Won't tell you this sh** no mo' Da baddest hoe that you ever seen Two triple O, shawty bout that green [Verse 2: Que Bo Gold] Naw they don't understand These n***as don't understand These muthaf**ers think we playin See they don't know what we sayin Fake n***as in our grill Fake n***as all in our grill These n***as don't wanna get to it These n***as don't wanna do it [Hook:] Do it, (come on now) Do it, (come on now) Do it, (Come on) Do the damn thang [Verse 3: Re Re] You can tell a real n***a from the fake fake A trill n***a that's down in the cake cake A hot girl that's clean not stank stank Some bad weave for somebody So u took a little drank So I guess it made u think that you could when u can't With the N with the ain't Ain't nobody got time round here to playing round s**a with the big sack n***a better lay it down Comin' through ain't bout that shady sh** Boy I'm mo' dirty than Dusty Rhodes I drop the beat and rock the flo' Representing that Que Bo Gold So don't you try to test us out thinkin' we country with no sk**s Cause I drop the ba** and tame the ba** Put this fire to yo grill [Verse 4: Rasheeda] Well I was born in Illinois okay ah Raised in Atlanta, G-A yah Lived in New York and L.A. yah My n***a I'm da sh** no matter where I stay Cause, uh, I was cut like that, lil buddy I'm stacked like that From da front to da side to da back, Rasheeda, and I'm tight like that I ain't never been worried bout anotha Cutter her buddy, lil buddy I don't studder 9 double lock chrome for the lame lame Big faces in my pocket not the chump change Ride the Benz with the wood grain, grilled out, smoke frame, With the knock knock 38 pop pop all you haters just stop Or you gone get dropped [Hook:] Do it, (come on now) Do it, (come on now) Do it, (Come on) Do the damn thang [Verse 4: Pastor Troy] Brrrrdt! Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em f** dem p**y n***as and who ever with em All I say is sic em And there go my boys D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy Boy you ain't ready Boy you don't want it Boy we ain't ready, b**h get disappointed sh**, all I know is southern blo'd not lower than a dime From thirty piece to quarter ki we strictly on da grind No time to spit no evidence, no evidence, no charge Since they ain't got no evidence I gave them my lil boy The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker Drop the bomb on you b**hes, Pastor and Rasheeda b**h, do it! [Hook:] Do it, (come on now) Do it, (come on now) Do it, (Come on) Do the damn thang