Doin What I Does

[Intro]
Yee!
Ay ay!
Sit you ass down, bastard child
What's hatnin?

[Hook]
Doin what I does, that's none of yo business
Do it by myself, don't need no witness
North Vallejo, go hard on these bitches
Now I live life, my life like Christmas

[Verse 1: Reek Daddy]
When I signed on the dotted line, Jah was my witness
That made it official, none of your business
Put my stamp on it, put my cuddies on it
Put it on repeat if you gettin it how you want it
Don't it knock bitch, don't my shit sound groovy?
Like a soundtrack...for a mothafuckin movie
Groupies peering at me, hate a man staring at me
Little do he know, I'm active and trigger happy
Reek Daddy...I fuck sum up
Can't run with the dogs if you piss like a pup
This California livin is all illegal business
My little cuddy died trying to multiply his figures
Y'all niggas don't remember all the work we put in
All the bad niggas dead or just gettin out the pen
I'm a buffalo soldier, I live by the code
Out The 707, bay area go

[Hook]
Doin what I does, that's none of yo business
Do it by myself, don't need no witness
North Vallejo, go hard on these bitches
Now I live life, my life like Christmas
Doin what I does, that's none of yo business
Do it by myself, don't need no witness
Cutthroat for life, go hard on these bitches
Now I live life, my life like Christmas

[Verse 2: Bad Biznes]
Doin what I does, that's none of yo business
You can buy the mine and go swim with the fishes
Cutthroat business, cutthroat really vicious
High performance stick shift, toss a big discus
And it's really lick shit, every day Christmas
Mack god, tongue talk, go hard on these bitches
5 star delicious, ice cream is it
Coke rope broke, I get straight til I can fix it
Double back whammy, focus on maneuvers
Motive be the paper, about it, and it's a shooter
Bruce Bruce gouda, Ms. Dollar, Ms. Ruger
Until I knock ya, I'ma knock somebody bones in they medulla
Done lost too many cuddies, now I'm going nutty
Won't let a nigga hug me cause don't nan nigga love me
I remain ugly, 21, 20 sexy
Triple seat be back bo, Reek right next to me

[Hook]
Doin what I does, that's none of yo business
Do it by myself, don't need no witness
Cutthroat for life, go hard on these bitches
Now I live life, my life like Christmas
Doin what I does, that's none of yo business
Do it by myself, don't need no witness
Cutthroat for life, go hard on these bitches
Now I live life, my life like Christmas

[Verse 3: Double Racks]
Can't know where I be, that's none of your business
We felt Brotha Lynch, double S with the sickness
All white Benz, interior black licorice
Celebrity pimps shining on 26s
Lift dummy racks, fuck bitches, I'm bout my riches
Cash and Kush in my woods, pourin grapes in my swishers
I'm 2Pac in Juice, I'm something like Bishop
Like Minaj, I'm fine as hell like Jada Pinkett
Daddy, Bad, and Racks, and BJ Wicked
With Patron, we call it Mafia Liquid
This that Aston Martin Music like that nigga Rick Ross
Baby shake it out the bag, slut, you're fucking with the boss
I dream about money, wake up and count money
She got "Mr. Double Racks" tattooed across her tummy
In the wintertime it's Rallys, big rims when it's sunny
Hop out hella wet, you niggas is lookin bummy

[Hook]
Doin what I does, that's none of yo business
Do it by myself, don't need no witness
Cutthroat for life, go hard on these bitches
Now I live life, my life like Christmas
Doin what I does, that's none of yo business
Do it by myself, don't need no witness
Cutthroat for life, go hard on these bitches
Now I live life, my life like Christmas

[Instrumental]