I Like What You Do to Me

E-40 & B-Legit - Rap, Bay Area Rap
I Like What You Do to Me
2 Plays
October 29, 1996.
Lyrics
[Intro: Steve Scales] Good things come to those Who stays on they toes Don't you ever stop Always keep it hot [Verse 1: E-40 & B-Legit] Partner, this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high Fuck what you talkin' about, throw me that childproof lighter Oh, you's a smoker, huh? Then go'n and flame I heard you got some shit and heard it come from Spain Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man Bought a P 'cause I love what it do to me 5 o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin' Without the bomb, nigga, life has no meanin' See, I be crafted to perfection in American O (American O) Christian Brothers brandy all down the throat (Down the throat) Steady riffin', call me Funkmaster Flex Ever since mom and daddy had sex (Mom and daddy had sex), uh Gots a nigga daydreamin', smebbin' in a jack unit (Jack unit) Floatin' in a cloud, music up hella loud Proud to be in the land of the lights and the beer Got me where I ain't carin' (Ain't carin') [Chorus] Because I like what you're doin' to me Because I like what you're doin' to me [Verse 2: E-40 & B-Legit] It's like this and that to fuckin' with your dick on hard (Dick on hard) And, nigga, ain't no Pebble Beach in my backyard (That's right) Rackateerin', smearin' (Smearin') Known for sayin' shit folks ain't even used to hearin' We break bread with the bangers Thick-ass bitch with the tits and the anus Off the English, have her body speak her own language And it's cool when she speakin' to me I let the hoochie run through I seen him walkin' in the rain (Walkin' in the rain) I guess the nigga owe too much to the game They say the nigga used to drive a Mustang I'm thinkin' partner must've went against the grain like a lane (Like a lane) I cross artists, no, not B-Legit Catch nine of the last ten in my clip Don't trip, a bitch can't ruin me (But you like that) But I be likin' what she doin' to me [Chorus] Because I like what you're doin' to me Because I like what you're doin' to me [Verse 3: B-Legit & E-40] Just think, I used to have to flip patties And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy Meal came, they call me by my stage name Hella G's when I spit this game (That's right) But just think (What?), I used to sell them weights (Weights) But now I'm all off into real estates, uh We put our city on the map, raise clientele (Clientele) Made it so niggas can be proud to say they from Vallejo (Vallejo) Hillside, man, I went to school with him Had him in my class, never thought the fool'd pass But now I took advantage of the opportunity And I love what it do to me They say that I got cousins I ain't never met (Never met) Think I'm big-headed, think I'm all that (He all that) They say that I don't give to my community But I be likin' what they doin' to me (What they doin' to me) [Chorus] Because I like what you're doin' to me Because I like what you're doin' to me [Outro: Steve Scales] Good things come to those Who stays on they toes Don't you ever stop Always keep it hot Good things come to those Who stays on they toes Don't you ever stop Always keep it hot Good things come to those Who stays on they toes Don't you ever stop Always keep it hot Good things come to those Who stays on they toes Don't you ever stop Always keep it hot
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Credits
- Writers
- E-40
- B-Legit