Do It

Lyrics

[Intro: Goast] Oh, oh What up, cuz? What up, dog? Replacements, we keep it gangsta (What?) Replacements, we got it gangsta What up, thug? [Verse 1: Coolio, Goast] To all my niggas pimpin' high, my niggas pimpin' low My niggas switchin' lanes, dippin' in the '64 Cadillac or Lexus, from Kosovo to Texas Benz that be gettin' my Grand Slam like Boris Becker Sippin' Hpnotiq, sixteen for my hydraulics Shotty in the trunk, candy paint, and Armor All tires I ain't gangsta Gotti, call me gansta Paulie Takin' headshots at niggas now, fuck your [?] Get your respect up, you better get you a TEC up [?] niggas give you a checkup That nigga rollin' in rollies and his [?] I'm a pimp hustler gangsta, nigga, you just a phony Uh, I came to get it started, thug, hustler, and coldhearted I pimp slap a bitch until she start to sound retarded Step in the party, collar poppin' like la-di-da-di Drinkin' Bacardi, playin' Oochie Wally with your hottie [Chorus: Coolio & Goast] This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it [Verse 2: Coolio, Goast] I'm ridin' and glidin' high, I'm slidin', you're slippin' If my dick in your bitch, rub my nuts on [?] 'Cause I'm in it to win it, while you in it to spin it And while you're in your workplace workin', I'm in your attendant This how the gangstas do it, this how a pimp do it [?] my game is fluid So what? I'm ruthless, I'll knock your ass toothless And when I tell a bitch "jump," she better hop to it I'm a rapper, part-time jacker, pimp, stupid bitch slapper Compton, California whippersnapper Rather fight this snitch, I'd rather bite a bitch I'd rather die before I let a nigga suck my dick Gangsta, I keep a ready clip for haters that wanna trip All up in your chest like Lennox Lewis when the gat spits So get your .22, that shit won't even scuff my shoes This .45 will leave you with the real nigga blues [Chorus: Coolio & Goast] This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it [Verse 3: Coolio, Goast] It's on and crackin', nigga, it's on and poppin', I'm hoppin' I know that ain't your bitch, so why you cockblockin'? I got the pussy cookin', so why the fuck you lookin'? You shoulda took her home before I came, now it's on Don't wanna kill niggas, but I will, nigga Talk shit, banana split, that's how I peel niggas She want a real nigga that [?] Saggy khakis, not your tight-ass Hilfigers [?] bitches, they wanna lick me Jackers, they wanna stick me, emcees can't get with me I spit until they're dizzy [?] drinkin' Rémy "You bastard!" That's right, I fuckin' killed Kenny So pay me every penny, I warned you, I got many Replacement homies that'll squeeze 'til their gun's empty I stay busy on my grind, grizzy Won't stop until I got a office on the top flizzy [Chorus: Coolio & Goast] This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it [Outro: Goast, Coolio] Replacements, we keep it gangsta What up, dog? Replacements, we got it gangsta What up, cuz? I said come on, man, shit You said one from the end I don't give a fuck, it's time to go We could go, we could be gone in five minutes Come on, we got a fuckin' show, man We got a show, we gotta go, get the fuck outta here Bye Holla