Doin’ Somethin’

Lyrics

[Intro: El Prez] Ayo, this the words from the Prezident, El Prez I'm here with the rest of the newest New West Blu, Pac Div, U-N-I, J*Davey, TiRon, Ayomari Aye, y'all, let's keep going [Hook: U-God] A nigga gotta live A nigga gotta live A nigga gotta live A nigga gotta live [Verse 1: Like] Yeah, Killa Cali Up top like a nigga fouled me, playin' park ball Something like a young Nate Archibald The weight of my art's drawn's like Warhols, ugly like warthogs We gather 'round sports bars and courtyards Lookin' for double D's like bad report cards She lookin' for millionaires with sports cars,  She end up with broke niggas and porn stars School never meant much,  Rather kick rhymes and count big bucks Rather hit dimes who got big butts Rather get miles – we just live once, why not get it? These labels are in business to get bucks Moral of the story: don't get fucked Mr. Right to impress your mind But we gotta cut it short 'cause I'm pressin' time [Verse 2: Y-O] Said I always been a man, plus none of my girls had the flat ass Then let the Jim Carrey bat 'em like my ass I'm a permanent stain up on yo' brain That made up Love Supreme, no John Coltrane Saluting to lieutenant, I play the Earth, Wind and Fire Minus the water, call me Captain Planet Creator of the Earth and the giver of rain I strike thunder in your lightning, nigga, watch what you say And pray to Allah; can't even begin this Servin' D's, I hope you're taping this Minus Mariah, fucking bitches, Nat Turner this Aye, born in that dirty South And the flyest Eritrean, don't believe in you atheists [Verse 3: Blu] Uh, aiyyo, what you call God on a rap? Wu-Tang laid in the shade like hair tracks, toupée Kool-Aid, potter in the pond, something wrong? Young tongue hung like drawers – laundry Pecan, rewind sunshine – ganji Mind need SODOTO, yo – prol'ly Blu uses space bar, hot technology Got 80 babies on they Viacom, stop me Breeding rain, goes to riot, comes tsunamis Blue beach, we get it in the mist, karate Chop beats meets the ahki, knock knees Blocks like keys, but we unlock these Buy lean, how could you say that they not G? Weight of the world on these shoulders, spot me [Verse 4: Thurz] Parallel parking, no power steering Clearing, air it and there in a bang in a spot Beaming like I'm Captain Kirk – what up Scott, ahk? Guess I'm harpin', layin', killin' birds that mock, rock With a cold heart, Griselda Blanco See bankroll through peepholes Peeping Tom, no pesos, payroll turns me on Like a Pornhub slut, spatulation talk with nuts Dick up in her windpipe, ass right, cheese right So what it is? Tryna live what like this Minus bitch niggas that go like they made from a rig [Hook: U-God & Y-O] A nigga gotta live (A nigga gotta live) A nigga gotta live (Said a nigga gotta live) A nigga gotta live (A nigga gotta live) A nigga gotta live (A nigga gotta live) [Verse 5: Mibbs] You can't talk slick to a can of oil You can't talk fly shit to a falcon She looked and said "Mike, you're so cool" I say, "You're damn right, bitch, buy my album" Throw a nigga on the blog and I rock thousands Yeah, nigga on his job, but I'm not Calvin Zoomin' it up, I whip the emblem with the black stallion Got these bitches and I'm in the middle like Malcolm Triple X rated, we from the West, baby Today I'm getting high, homie, I'm frustrated 'Cause I want success, I guess I'm just anxious It's always on my mind, I feel like a fuckin' rapist [Verse 6: BeYoung] Ooh, uh (What that nigga say?) I aspire to be iconic, and it's ironic How I can get out of pocket like your wallet In my city with no college and a fitted, feelin' like I hit a Phillie Really high – nah, not really, but kinda like it though Five Michael flow, peace to Weezy out of Rikers But I'm writin' for them lifers that, unlike me, had a writer's block Or lack of an Iverson cross, so maybe guidance talkin' to 'em In that lightin' which I'm walkin', so I kick that You call it science, lyin' like I ain't applyin' This shit like religion, listen, niggas stuck on the pivot I'm shootin' and hittin' every shot, and I ain't even hot yet Sizzling shit, get fizzling, bitch [Verse 7: Jack Davey] I roller-skate backwards, sick like cancer Dirty rat bastard, bow to the master Take, take, take it – if you want it, I'll give it I'll kill it for sure, man, come get with it [Verse 8: Brook D'Leau] Pack up the bong, bang a gong, get it on Limitless lumps for the chumps, get gone Aggressive, so it may seem wrong It's major, hit the Sky' HighWave pager Lo Life poster, hash in my ashtray Roasted – West Coast shit, let's toast it Feelin' ferocious, just my fife The bug to write excites the low life Guess who? That guy in Like eggs on grits, bitch, ask a friend You smoking, serves gangs with a third brain Base palms, hard is the main thing [Verse 9: TiRon] I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel out buckets with the Daytons for the wheels The block get hard, niggas bangin' like Shaquille Them fishy ass niggas, we just shake 'em from the real Slake 'em when we bill wipe, thinkin' with the mil My niggas at the table, but you fake it and you squeal Now shake it with the broad, it's just Jason in the thrill A southern Cal nigga, but my fragrance from Brazil, steel Catch me out in Austin with the Texas toast Them thick white girls get ahead and vote It was written, we was leavin' with the freshest quotes Gotta live, we get it off the chest and go (Go, go, go) and go [Verse 10: Ayomari] Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go Better open the door Don't put it on, should a old nigga go, nigga, go Better roll for the coast Hope that it boast to the floor 'fore the time you reach to dive When you look in her eyes and proceed to say if we should die Now, what will it be, what will it be? What could it be? Tribune, what could it be? My shoe size fuckin' huge, now could it be, huh? Better head back to the beehive, we died and got returned, huh? Believe these creeps, please flee quicker than you work, huh? Punk nigga; leave no bird trail, no fingerprints, no perfume You c-can't compare to the debonair Then we better duck, dog, double dare County got no challenges, I don't even know 'bout child niggas Now we smoke, fill all the whips up, please excuse these amateurs