Do What It Do

I'ma make it do what it do, baby
Mmm-hmm, yeah
Mmm-hmm, yeah
Now I, I got a little somethin' for you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Now that I thought of it, baby, I got a lot of it
King-sized Rover, put that pilot in your cockpit
Stop lollygaggin' and lick my lollipop, bitch
Pants saggin', meat draggin' 'cause a nigga got chips

Like a bag of Doritos
Now let me slow down like Bobby Valentino (Slow it down)
And spit that pimpin'
I get paid to kill the club, so I guess I'm a hitman
Blowin' green make me lean like I got a kickstand
Big screen limousine, I hope this ain't your chick, man

She wanna sip cham-pag-ne
And hang in VIP with a G in them khakis

But I don't pay for butt
Did what's-her-name get at you yesterday? (Who?) Deez nuts

I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me lifted, so take me higher

It's the Warren to the G, no playa hate
I take it back to '93, don't make me regulate

I'm back and it's poppin'
Got the club like a '6-4, everybody hoppin' (Suwoop)
I helped start this thing
These suckers wanna act like they forgot my name
But without the G, you can't spell the game
So it's impossible not to have me in it
It's not gangsta unless you got the G in it
It ain't a party 'less the L-B-C in it
So blaze a blunt, let's get drunk and it's on
And let me grind on that behind, baby, all night long

This the new G-funk sound
That's on 213 and it's still Dogg Pound
'Cause this DJ still gets down
In a brand new Bentley while the wheels spin 'round, err

I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me lifted, so take me higher

Soon as Dave spin the record, the brizzles get naked
Dance floor full, outside gettin' hectic
Haters get back, I'm back, just accept it
A lot of mo' hotter lava flow, just expect it
A lot of mo' lot of dough, I gots to gets it

Porn on video, that little hysterectic
Y'all know, here we go, I'm Eastside connected
Soon as my album drop, your CD gets ejected
These suckers got it backwards, they must be dyslexic
I'm first, you second, get your freakin' ass corrected
I'm hot, you not, step back

'Cause even Ritter Ray Charles could see that

Talk smack, nigga, get pimp slapped
I'm "Super Fly" with a mix of the Math
And I gots to win
It's the American dream, you better come on in

I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me lifted, so take me higher

Mmm-hmm, yeah
Mmm-hmm, yeah