Do Dat (Explicit)

Do Dat (Explicit) - Petey Pablo

Are you a gun busting ni**a

(Buh-buh-buh-buh)

Are you a b**ch baggin' ni**a

(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 sh*t 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 f**kin' 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 b**ches and cars

Can you mutha f**kas do dat

(Do dat)

I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat

Can you mutha f**kas do dat

(Do dat)

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t you don't own

Oughta be ashamed of yourself

Yo don't they call that frontin' holmes

You ain't jigga ni**a

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 sh*t 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 b**ches and cars

Can you mutha f**kas do dat

(Do dat)

I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat

Can you mutha f**kas do dat

(Do dat)

It's a sad situation

Record name buggin' out

'Cuz they star artist done ran out of sh*t 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 sh*t is hot

Put that on the album

You heard it with my man

Kick that sh*t

Loud and proud

Ni**a swear he be throwin' down

Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth

I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they a** right

No more muthaf**kin' 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 sh*t 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 sh*t

(Yo sh*t)

Yo sh*t yo sh*t

(Yo sh*t yo sh*t)