What It Do

[Verse 1]
Yo, right from the get go, I'm gettin' you to let go
I said so many times it's sounding like an ECHO
Heck no, I'm always on the dot like a freckle
Fifteen percent or more of the time, I'm a geco
I went home to techno, I left with potential
I kept it confidential, and aimed for credentials
So later parentals and haters go mental
They played us as gentle, parade continental
Portrayed in the rain as a temple of pain
I remain as a stain in the centre of sane
With a predators mane, lane passes the train
I'm the fastest to day, bringin' ashes to flames
Uh

Ye, that's what it do

[Verse 2]
This is what you came for, a rain pour of claymores
Way more where that came from, need I say more?
This is what the bate's for, breaking in the saints door
Don't worry it's payed for, I choose how long you stay for
Rustlin' the bushes, other words, vagina
Haters overpopulate my plate like fine china
I'm big in Japan, I'm big in ja pants
It's a revolution motherfucker, dance dance
And you're caged in as soon as you hop up on the stage
I'm locking up bars at 16 years of age
Feeling brand new, everyday is like my birthday
Nobody is perfect, every other day's my worst day
Stuck in the workplace, no one's in first place
For pete's sake, should I start doin' what the church hates?
Smirk faced, shirt laced, heard what the nerd say?
Worst case, I'mma squirt spray on the nurses face

Haha, that's what it do

[Verse 3]
Yo, I got a bunch of people chillin'
And I ain't got nowhere to put 'em
My basements overfillin', the fridge is overfilled with puddin'
I wouldn't of brought 'em knowing it was sparse
Cause people are jumping 'cross the room like they know martial arts
Then it starts, knocks at the front door
People lined up to the street
Heard me rhyming on the beat
Someone climbed up in a tree
What more can there be? Where's my drawer full o' weed?
Next door, there's a bore running free
You ain't heard no shit like me, homie
Take a bow on your knee down to me, slowly
Please don't try to be a smarty
I can kinda get retarded with the mardi gras
Party y'all, sipping on bacardi all night
And rippin' guys trippin' slide slippin'
Sippin' opened bottled liquor, getting sicker
'Til we slip in it
Good chron, wanna get a footlong blunt
Trauma, marijuana, bun it with our hoods on
Ha

Ye, and that's what it do!
Dilly

Uhhhh, yo
I got one more, I guess I'll hit 'em with it

[Verse 4]
I'm in the circle with Steve Urkle, getting purple nurples
Tried to run away over the hurdle but I lost my girdle
All I wanna do is plant my seed, and females are fertile
And my weed's so crystally, it's like a pale turtle
Then it starts to curdle so I'm giving it to other peeps
Can I get some vizine please, 'case my mother sees
Bundle up warm for the weather or you're gonna freeze
Girls liked my clothes, so I went and got another steeze
Brother please, utter these lyrics while I cut her D's
Sober, she's over me
Drunk, I'm in her ovaries
Slower please, I'm mashin' her eggs like the overeasy done
Dumb c*nt, have fun goin' overseas

Sorry...

Peace!