Pyro - Done (MC Hammer) lyrics

[Verse] I'm about to make it to the top When I get it, pray it never stop Thought of sipping liquor 'til the last drop In my drop-top whip, swerving 'round my block I'ma get it And inkwari better be at my spot I could have been a chef, dawg, I like pot And I gotta say, dawg, I'm quite shocked How they get it and they spend it like they scared it might rot Me I rather save some for my kids, dawg, than go MC Hammer broke When I get a wife like Miss Keys, dawg, or like miss Amber Rose But until then I gotta grid hard and heavy, I'ma cope 'til that moola makes me go Haha, 'cause I get it like a joke Haha Pissing off a couple of these rappers, they don't get it When I get it they all pro'ly gonna lose it, yeah You could swear I never got an A 'cause the way that I get up on the mic I go stupid, yeah f** it, even though I'm underground I still got a virgin sound They ain't f**ing with my music, yeah Just call me a fly, let me tell you why Everytime you see me, dawg, I'm always on some new sh**, yeah [Chorus] I do it, I do it, I do it f** it, I did it. It's done I do it, I do it, I do it f** it, I did it. It's done Did it, did it, did it f** it, I do it. It's done I do it, I do it, I do it f** it, I did it. It's done [Verse] They like Pyro why yo bragging like you got it You ain't got it. Ain't nobody over here know who you is Well, boy I'm that spitter that move like a sprinter On beats made by Spitta, on crew sh** Dawg, I'm that boy that invaded like Troy Then I went and deployed all my new sh** See, I'm god with these raps and you rappers my sons But ya'll don't believe on that Jew tip, yeah Lately I ain't been so lyrical But I know you love the way these whole lyrics are 'cause complex is so f**ing difficult When I handle these bars it's so criminal I'm just tryna make something from nothing And I ain't asking for nothing If you hate then you hate, if you love what I make then that's great I ain't stunting or nothing But guess who's back from the dead like Lazuras Kinosonic first, nothing after us Bayas'saba, ngyaz' S'shay' inamba, plus our fam counting on us like an abacus I cut straight through rappers In the cut while I cut straight through rappers What's the fuss, why you guys hate new rappers Nam' angaz, I'ma just hate new rappers I hate new rappers, ey Oh, flip. That means I hate myself I just sliced up, and diced up, and ate myself But it's f**ed up, I taste like I ain't myself Now I think I'm blue, feeling like I paint myself 'cause I pay myself a little too much attention Forgot about the things that needed my attention I'm too ga**ed up, I do burn It's my turn, like a train, no more you turns, ey [Chorus] I do it, I do it, I do it f** it, I did it. It's done I do it, I do it, I do it f** it, I did it. It's done Did it, did it, did it f** it, I do it. It's done I do it, I do it, I do it f** it, I did it. It's done [Outro] Done Done Done f** it, I did it. It's done