Songtext Just do it Goodie Mob & Sleepy Brown

Just do it

Hook

We'll i'm just gonna tell you

We ain't bout' that talking homeboy, we'll do it

And all that acting you doing, we see through it

Fuck hollering and screaming lets get to it, lets get to it

(cee-lo)

Now i say my rap reflect the enemy

Passion and positive energy
Y'all talk about killing, it don't surprise me

Tripping bout' a nigga, don't judge me wisely

But i ain't bout' to holler or scream at you

You can look in my eyes and tell what i'd do
I'm a charge at niggas and you know i'm true

But goddammit, fuck nigga this one for you

I know how it go, i done been out there before

Heard its goddamn 'time to blow?

Stomping niggas down till they don't want no more

Trying to get some polo's straight out the store

Some gone, some just can't let it go

I might laugh and joke, but i'll let a nigga know
I'm the same motherfucker from 84

And i still do it in the aftershow

And i don't like to feel like i'm being tried

I ain't bullet-proof, plenty nigga done died

But i damn sho' ain't finna go and hide

I got one on me, and i'm down to ride

I ain't trying to say i got all the game

I got fame, but a million i can't claim

So respect me playa, and i'll do the same

But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim

Hook

(t-mo)

The revolution has begun...........

Handle your business playa

Devoted to the game, and dope cut-throat ways will get you paid in full

Pull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quick

Slick its like a porn flick

Umm... imagine having money so big

It makes you look like a pig

Get your big behind

You remind me of swine with your fat nose

Stuck in your pose and 'thread bed? that shawty

Lame with your game, put it all on the table

Got your label and your fast cars, and your bodyguard looking hard

Throwing your cheese, for them rats its snacks
I'm like a egg bout' to hatch

Tony, horny, i'm macaroni

Commercialize suckers looking like busters
I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking team

Spark in the night, ummmm we bout to fight

Haters, come and say that shit,

Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together

How the fuck, ever you want it, get to it
Swats

Hook

(khujo)

The streets making you feel like a real g

But we georgia finest, our fulton county fleet

You still putting thangs up in your mouth

Cause you been pacifired, since you was knee-high

All your life in school, thats the reason why you couldn't learn nothing

Runt, at the tender age of 18, books no longer hold your attention span

Short term, but you can sho' enough count that green

Something you just can't coach
Don't sing it, bring it

I usually caught me at least one fool a game

You can only phanthom pain, i don't have to

But don't let me get on a case of this drank

Leak to my heart, elevate to my brain

Make you wanna walk that plank
You'd better swim motherfucker

Cause bullshit don't float

You are what you eat

See you remind of this goat that i had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin

Curbing over some yellow rice, you can't do shit

Might as well hit the graveyard shift

Somewhere at mcdonalds or burger king

Grab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody cares

And we do assholes that grip leather chairs

Hook

(big gipp)

I used to hang out, smoke out, fuck out, bang out

Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took out

On the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feet

Left em' out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks

Never speaking, busting, breaking brains

Berettas brought the rain back and forth

Trigger action, snatch it up, load it up

Hit the door, gotta call, yo' he at the mall

Fuck it all, hit em' one, two, three times

I was scared the first shot, but liked the second and third

Left him hollering and screaming, dreaming for another chance to live

Had it up yesterday, but today its mine

Bust your ass one more time, for the niggas on the grind

So go and hide

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