Do It

[Hi-C:]
Yeah... H-I'
It don't stop... y'all niggaz must have forgot
Y'all motherfuckers gon' mind me
Yeah... check it out, check it out

Now I won't call ya crab if you don't call me slob
Livin' in the West is a full-time job
Niggaz be trippin' off of petty shit
Nigga miss me with that bank and then check yo' grip
You gots to know when to ride, know when to hide
Know when to blast, and try not to die
Niggaz be whoopin' that yang and shit
Knowin' they be suckin' up a gang of dick
You need to stop runnin' your mouth, be quiet
You won't throw a rock in a riot
See we can make shit like this all day
And serve it to yo' ass like some Aliz



Credits
Writer(s): Marlon Coles, Ray Lynch
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