What We Do

Album cover art for "What We Do" by Sauce Money & Memphis Bleek

Sauce Money & Memphis Bleek - Rap

What We Do

1 Plays

Duration: 4:41

View Album

Lyrics

[Intro: Sauce Money] Yo, yo Bleek man, what the fuck nigga? Fuck them hoes man Fuck them bitches though, digits though What I like Uh, uh, uh, uh, what what I bet y'all think this some love song shit Sadly mistaken [Verse 1: Sauce Money] I like to do 20 wild chicks scoping my whip Do shows across the country getting dough for my shit Looking in the face of rappers while they hoping I quit Still spit the flyest shit to keep 'em grossing my hits I like to never ever let my tongue touch it in the sex Like to exercise one week say fuck it the next Like to write four whole songs and three skits a day Talk shit with Tyrina, and do hits with Jay I like to write for other people keep 'em loving a nigga On the low love the dough plus make my publishing bigger Is it worth a million yet? That's what they say now Long distance, California, let me call Jay Brown Hear the story often from cappa who was first to strive Rule one for money: Sauce keep thirst alive Like to share the feel with fam when I invent that hit Like to scream {*} and represent that shit, what? [Chorus: Sauce Money] Just, some of things that we like to do Pretty sure some things that you like to do Whether with a chick, for dolo or with your crew What it is is what is is, this is what we do Just, some of things that we like to do Pretty sure some things that you like to do Whether with a chick, for dolo or with your crew What it is is what it is, this is what we do [Verse 2: Memphis Bleek] I like to get my hustle on and make loot all day Spit game at these chicks, smoke in the hallway Know how I feel about you right next to F Like to shop Tom D's, stay fresh to def I like to analyze Jigga, man D'Evils is deep Late night I hit these hoes while they peoples asleep I like to wake up in the afternoon religiously I won a thou' last night fuck school I'ma spend this G I like to tell fake thugs man they soft as nerds Like they drink in front of the heat and take off the skirt Like when chicks try to make a scene to provoke me to hit her Handle that diplomatic and try to fuck they sister Like to stay away from hoes I heard caught a disease Like to do shows and then hit moms off with some cheese Everything I spit blaze, never a sentence weak Now I like to grab my dick and say "Bitch I'm Memphis Bleek!" What? [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] Just, some of things that we like to do Pretty sure some things that you like to do Whether with a chick, for dolo or with your crew What it is is what is is, this is what we do Just, some of things that we like to do Pretty sure some things that you like to do Whether with a chick, for dolo or with your crew What it is is what it is, this is what we do [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money & Both] I like to ride shotgun, roll my dro' in the coupe Like to go gold with you and hold my guns on the stoop Like to shoot wack rappers and get away with the crime Like to bag shorties tried to fuck 'em two at a time Like to see that bitch nigga who alarming the cops Only reason I pull heat in front of his mom and pops I never liked that, but if he want to front on me I'ma strike back, niggas can never front on Bleek I like to boast, foul niggas never snuck in my clique Everybody that's related, we busting they shit Any girl I want, believe Bleek fucking 'em quick I like to watch the Knicks while chicks sucking my dick No sweat, I like to do sets while watching the Nets Go to parties take my shirt off when I'm rocking my vest I like to come through and drink Bacardi Dark in the Lex After that, smoke weed in the park when it's wet I like to throw Henny up for all my niggas that died All my street niggas who used to rock they Timbs untied Sauce Money, Memphis Bleek, what we bound to do Forever and a day we'd like to put this down for you, uhh [Outro: Sauce Money] I'm saying, that everybody like to do something ya know Live and let live, you like what you like I like what I like That's what we doing, what we like to do Sauce Money, Memphis Bleek (Bleek Bleek...) Marcy, son...

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • EZ Elpee
  • Sauce Money
  • Memphis Bleek