Lyrics Do the Road - Section Boyz

I put my shoes on and then I do the road

(Do the road)
(Section)
What you talking 'bout?

I put my shoes on then I do the road
They're like "Where that yout from? He look like Coolio"
I take the piss, your block's shit, you're from a doodoo road
I do your chicken, do the brick, that's what I do alone
I don't window shop, money card like Yu-Gi-Oh!
I get the food gone, I feel like Julio
Gyally want the squad, she don't know who to blow
I give her back shot, not in the booty hole
Can't stand the block, I'm sitting in the studio
Them man are pagans, they don't like my bros
But it's not racist, his work ah sell in bulk
Tré's moving strange ish, has he got the smoke?
They ask me what I'm paying, you don't need to know (money)
I don't like raving, but I like that show
I am so wasted, how am I getting home?
K will go and blaze it, so we'll do the road

I put my shoes on and then I do the road
Gotta get this money fast, he ain't winning slow
I put my shoes on then I do the road
In the trap I'm going hard, then I'm doing home
I put my shoes on then I do the road
I put my shoes on then I do the road
I put my shoes on then I do the road
In the trap I'm going hard, then I'm doing home

I put my shoes on, and then I do the road
Any day I keep it squaddy or move alone
I get my groove on, icy like a smoothie though
And any time I bruck a pack I feel like Julio
Blud my shooter's truly loved, even movies and moving O's
She got Louboutin's, you don't trap, then move on
I get the food gone, direct from the studio
I put my shoes on, but I don't have to do the road
I put my shoes on, I'm doing street
I'm doing shoes on, my shoes doing feet
Sort 'em pie, pie, you no longer live in reach
She just sucked my body so she know she getting roach
Knows she's getting roach, shoes on then I'm doing road
Move on, try'na get it ghost, try'na get it
Ghost, in the Focus, try'na get her ghost
In the motion, when I'm there roading

I put my shoes on and then I do the road
Gotta get this money fast, he ain't winning slow
I put my shoes on then I do the road
In the trap I'm going hard, then I'm doing home
I put my shoes on then I do the road
I put my shoes on then I do the road
I put my shoes on then I do the road
In the trap I'm going hard, then I'm doing home

I put my shoes on and then I do the road
Them man ain't on beef, they're like a tuna roll
She do the whole squad, because she's fully grown
I gave her back shots, I had her on her tippy toes
Tré got crack shots, and K be selling blow
They hate the damn squad, but cuh we're soon to go
Fuck your gang spot, cause that's a city road
And when that thang pop, them niggas due to blow
I could roll up, pepper up the strip
Make a nigga split, have you niggas ducking from the toolio
Niggas so dumb, why you niggas bitch?
I be on the strip, just got a brick from Julio ('llow)
Throw the Z's in the air, they disappear
Niggas think I'm trapping with the super phone (trap)
From a pie to a cake (yeah), money gets made (yeah)
I do my last cell then I'm doing home (I'm doing home, man)

I put my shoes on and then I do the road
Gotta get this money fast, he ain't winning slow
I put my shoes on then I do the road
In the trap I'm going hard, then I'm doing home
I put my shoes on then I do the road
I put my shoes on then I do the road
I put my shoes on then I do the road
In the trap I'm going hard, then I'm doing home