I Do That Shit

Lyrics

[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman] I do that shit, I do that shit, I move them pounds and them bricks I do that shit, I do that shit, dimes and them damn nicks I do that shit, I do that shit, sell wholes and sell splits I do that shit, I do that shit, yeah, Young Juice, bitch I do that shit, I do that shit, I move pounds and move bricks I do that shit, I do that shit, dimes and them damn nicks I do that shit, I do that shit, sell wholes and sell splits I do that shit, I do that shit, yeah, Young Juice, bitch [Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman] When I post up in your hood with them breakdown dimes If a nigga try to jack, leave this thought on the grind Disrespect my mind, then I'll dump a couple rounds Headed straight for the border with them keys and the pounds Hit my 'migo up, let him know I'm 'bout to [?] With a stupid, stupid juug like Joc, it's going down Multicolored chains, same color, orange mound In the tractor trailer truck, same color as the pound White girl in, so the trap all mine Young Juiceman serving deuces and the dimes [Chorus: OJ da Juiceman] I do that shit, I do that shit, I move them pounds and them bricks I do that shit, I do that shit, dimes and them damn nicks I do that shit, I do that shit, sell wholes and sell splits I do that shit, I do that shit, yeah, Young Juice, bitch I do that shit, I do that shit, I move pounds and move bricks I do that shit, I do that shit, dimes and them damn nicks I do that shit, I do that shit, sell wholes and sell splits I do that shit, I do that shit, yeah, Young Juice, bitch [Verse 2: Bolo] Full the pound, bust them down You see that K? I'm busting rounds See why you don't come around They ain't sold on my side of town Zone 6 [?] sound screeching for that chalkwork Metro or that damn church, Pyrex make [?] jerk At the club, hundreds on it Ese got them bullets on him That'll put you in a coma Cookie coke, I hate the aroma I done had a nice summer, 63 to 96 Every day, it leaves them [?] My trap, they bunking, bitch I ain't on no crazy shit Pockets got them gwalla, bitch Want some work? Then holla, bitch Want some work? Then holla, bitch [Chorus: OJ da Juiceman] I do that shit, I do that shit, I move them pounds and them bricks I do that shit, I do that shit, dimes and them damn nicks I do that shit, I do that shit, sell wholes and sell splits I do that shit, I do that shit, yeah, Young Juice, bitch I do that shit, I do that shit, I move pounds and move bricks I do that shit, I do that shit, dimes and them damn nicks I do that shit, I do that shit, sell wholes and sell splits I do that shit, I do that shit, yeah, Young Juice, bitch [Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman] Yeah, it's Young Juice and bitch, I do that shit 36 O's, 16 O's and yeah, I move it quick Call me T-Mobile 'cause I'm always surfing Cadillac EST, blowing on Urkel Juice and Bolo with the mid and the purple It's a lot of niggas, so it's a big circle Raised on the 'Crest, so you know I'll murk you And post up in your hood with the dimes and the workers Donk on Davin and they paint it purple Crazy color swag, hoes say, "Yeah" like Usher Swing my door, not too hard, goons straight up rush you Trap going crazy, got me iced like Busta Riding, yeah, deuces and dimes Wrist game retarded, I could give away a nine [Chorus: OJ da Juiceman] I do that shit, I do that shit, I move them pounds and them bricks I do that shit, I do that shit, dimes and them damn nicks I do that shit, I do that shit, sell wholes and sell splits I do that shit, I do that shit, yeah, Young Juice, bitch I do that shit, I do that shit, I move pounds and move bricks I do that shit, I do that shit, dimes and them damn nicks I do that shit, I do that shit, sell wholes and sell splits I do that shit, I do that shit, yeah, Young Juice, bitch