Shyheim - What it Do lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Rodo] All ya'll tell me what it do From my hood and your hood, I'm good, what it do I'm blowing off sticky green and I came fast as you Cuz you too, far away, oh what it do [J-illa] I'm in ya hood like what it do, daddy, do daddy Rodo the truth, he swerve in the blue caddy What it do, you got that purpl' and kush The swisher sweets, that's what it do, hah, let's ride What it do, let's cruise through the east side See I'm playing the strings, so I'mma let the beat ride Where Pace at? I seen ya'll in east side What it do, west side, north Chuck, south Chuck What it do? Keep dipping on the jake, dog Keep blowing that sticky, keep getting cake, dog That's what it do, in the club, in the VIP section That's what it do, that's what it do, cuz See Hypnotic got my mind gone, cuz I seen this chick In the club that got my dick ticking like a time bomb What it do, ma, sh** I'm trying to take you places Like Vegas, you might meet Sean John [Chorus 2X] [Shyheim] I'm in the hood like, what it do, s*ut, what it D.O I'm in the laundrymat putting in this last load The a**holes drive slow, who the a**holes? The a**holes is po-po, if you didn't know Well any old way, it's just a regular old day And, I get a call from West D.A And, it's the comrade J-illa, he like 'say man' 'What it take, man, for us to do a little tape, man' Hoodie on my head, n***as still recognize me They see me coming and run like the exercise, B They thought they seen The Exorcist when I arrived, see Fresher than a pimp, and I'm cleaner than Ivor S.I.N.Y., Cyanide's where I be S-Town where n***as be tripping off that bomb b Asking about Shyheim, n***as tell you that I'm chief Rep 7 everyday, but nothing bout me weak, n***a [Chorus 2X] [J-illa] Damn you look good, ma, tell me what ya name is Is you real or faking, tell me what your game is With me it's all or nathan, tell me what ya range is Just by staring at you, tell me what it do If I'mma hit the club up, I'mma hit it up on 22's Just what it do, D.K.N.Y. loc's on, I'm seeing everything Act up and get stole on wit the range of a convict That came parole home, I'm feeling sh** If you don't want no problems, you better move, cuz I'm so hot, like them flow tech, out it, cuz You screaming on 'em, what it do, if you feeling my vibe My vibe be feeling you, what it do, woo This goes on and on Shy, west Vicca, keeping it hood, man So welcome to my hood, man We both drink Henny, so it's all wood grain That's what it do, k**a, I see ya k**as ain't k**ed nothing Illa still here, I'm living proof, n***a [Chorus 2X]