Do Dat

Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-buh-buh-buh) Are you a bitch baggin' nigga? (Whu-whu-whu-whu) You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your rolly on Not just any rolly but you bought the most expensive one Hey take ya car keys to ya class E Big body be for your CD on ya DVD For ya T.V in ya head beats In ya back seat Y'all think I'm mean Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit that you talking 'bout How you the drug game sewed up and locked down John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin' feds could buy it You should be shouting out them bodies you buried Nine millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the club You got so many guns Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed I got two more verses for you This ain't just to an individual person These questions here for all of ya I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars Can you mutha fuckas do dat (Do dat) I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat Can you mutha fuckas do dat (Do dat) Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is Now that you know what the song about Y'all probably cussin' me out You gonna listen to it anyhow Lets talk about somebody Eskimo Rentin' they jewelry from Jacob And don't let me know You got a platinum piece But your chain is plain right gone After the video it gotta go back to the store That's crazy Talkin' 'bout some shit you don't own Oughta be ashamed of yourself Yo don't they call that frontin' holmes? You ain't jigga, nigga Nor can you spin like puff And got a cash money deal So what's your big Willy talk for? I get so excited man Your track got me leapin' Then you start rhyming and yawn I get sleepy Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars Can you mutha fuckas do dat (Do dat) I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat Can you mutha fuckas do dat (Do dat) It's a sad situation Record name buggin' out 'Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about Whoa Yeah that's crazy And you think about it baby Only thing that changed in yo rhyme Was ya day 2000 Oh that shit is hot Put that on the album You heard it with my man Kick that shit Loud and proud Nigga swear he be throwin' down Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right No more muthafuckin' sound a likes Sounded like (Mobb deep!) Sounded like (Jay-Z!) Sounded like (B.I.B.!) And we don't need no more please Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit (Yo shit) Yo shit, yo shit (Yo shit, yo shit)