Do Ya

Do Ya - Big Shug

作曲：Guy / Martin

Yeah yo

Ladies and gentlemen

I present to you straight out the Gangstarr Foundation

BIG SHUG Go ahead speak on

Catch me sipping on that moonshine tonic

Freshly dipped in these hip hop garments

You try to bomb it I take it and disarm it

Hit you in the gut now you vomit

Sean John all on it

But I rock them wheels

Real niggas pop up and stay right there

Fake niggas stand down and stay right there

This is street music so it stays right here

Big shug I spit fire for the hood

Realness feel this higher for the hood

Blazing blocks ripping internet some web pages

I rip stages with v-block and singapore

You want the raw

It's pure and uncut

Me and my cats we're pure and uncut

You niggaz is butt so I say screw ya

I bring them four fives and two twos to do ya

I bring the fire to your grill

I barbecue ya

I got the flames on blaze

Just to do ya

I'MA DO YA

(Ease up don't squeeze up)

Then let it be known

I don't play

I bring the fire to your grill

I barbecue ya

I got the flames on blaze

I'ma do ya

I'MA DO YA

Ease up don't squeeze up

Then let it be known

I don't play

You wouldn't know the truth if it bit

You in the throat

If it was written all over linen in your coat

If it jumped up and slapped you to the floor

If it banged in your head like two-one-four

You breath the fakeness click click take this

You fake rich so you dont own shit

And soon all your kids will just know

That dad's homo and you scream Oh no

I see through you I peep your concept

You need to understand like Funkmaster Flex

I drop bombs on nothing but real shit

My hip hop is nothing but real shit

Like hot bricks it sticks to your ribs

Front on me and I'll do ya kid

I straight do ya

Ease up don't squeeze up

Then let it be known

I don't play

I bring them four fives and two twos to do ya

Front on me and I'll do ya kid

Ease up don't squeeze up

Then let it be known

I don't play

I bring the fire to your grill

I barbecue ya

I got the flames on blaze

I'ma do ya

I'MA DO YA

Ease up don't squeeze up

Then let it be known

I don't play

It's a thin line between snitch and jake

Between real and fake

Between piehead and cake

You snitch the jake and get killed

Real niggaz pop fake niggaz get drilled

I make cake for moving them pies and pills

Fuck the gangsta overkill

I spit for real

Deal is in place rhymes is in place

Jaw is out of place when you spit with this taste

Or even approach with that disrespect

I put two to your neck

And beat your ass for wreck

I straight do ya

I bring the fire to your grill

I barbecue ya

I got the flames on blaze

Just to do ya

I'MA DO YA

(Ease up don't squeeze up)

Then let it be known

I don't play

I bring the fire to your grill

I barbecue ya

I got the flames on blaze

I'ma do ya

I'MA DO YA

Ease up don't squeeze up

Then let it be known

I don't play

I don't play

I don't play