Текст песни Do It (feat Coolio) - Goast

Oh
Oh
What's up, cuz?
What's up, dawg?

Replacements
K-k-keep it gangsta (gangsta, wut?)
Replacements
You got it, gangster, what up, dawg?

To all my niggas pimpin' high, my niggas pimpin' low
My niggas switchin' lanes, dippin' in the '64
Cadillac or Lexus, from coast of Florida to Texas
Benz, I began, my Grand stem like Boris Becker

Sippin' Hypnotiq, 16 from the hydraulics
Shawty in the trunk, Candy Paint, and Amoral tires
I ain't gangsta, Gotti (gangsta), only gangsta, partly (gangsta)
Takin' headshots at niggas, now fuck the body (grah)

Get yo' respect up, we better get you a Tek up
And hit yo' shit over the neph, my niggas gave you a check-up
That nigga rollin' in Rollies, and his wrist rockin' Rollie
I'ma pimp, hustler, gangster, nigga, you just a phony

Oh, I came to get it started, thug hustlin', and cold-hearted
I'll pimp slap a bitch (bitch) until she starts to sound retarded
Step in the party, dollar poppin', life lodi dodi
Drinkin' Bacardi, playin' Oochie Wallie" with ya hottie

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

I'm ridin' and glidin' high, I'm slidin', ya slippin'
If my dick in yo' bitch, run my nuts on her chin
'Cause I'm in it to win in, like yo' in it to spin it
And while you win yo' word plays, workin', I may not attend it (Goast)

This how the gangsters do it, this how a pimp do it
Stagnatic in the pimp, a dick to read, my game is fluid
So what? I'm ruthless, I'll knock yo' ass toothless
And when I tell a bitch "jump," she better hop to it

I'm a rapper, part-time jacker, pimp, stupid, bitch, slap her
Compton, California, with my snap
I'd rather fight this switch, I'd rather bite a bitch
I'd rather die before I let another nigga suck my dick

Gangsta, I keep a 'Retti clip for haters that wanna trip (wut?)
All up in your chest like Lennox Luther's when they gaspin'
So get yo' .22, that shit won't even scuff my shoes
This .45 will leave you with the real nigga blues

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

It's on, it's crackin' it nigga, it's on, poppin', I'm hoppin'
I know that ain't yo' bitch, so why you cock blocking?
I got the pussy cookin', so why the fuck you lookin'?
They should her took her home before I came, now it's on

Don't wanna kill niggas, but I will, niggas
Talk shit but never spit, that how I feel, niggas (say what?)
She want a real nigga (wut), that's grippin' still triggers (wut)
Saggin' khakis, not yo' type, that's Hilfiger's

Braids, Chucks, and Dickies, bitches, they wanna lick me
Jacked 'cause they want to stick me, MC's can't get with me
I'll spit until they dizzy, Dirty South, drinkin' Remy
(You bastard) that's right, I'll fuckin' kill Kenny

So pay me every penny, I warned you, I got many
Replacement homies that are squeezed 'til they gun's empty (ha)
I stay busy, on my grind, grizzy
Won't stop until I got a Uncas on the top, glitzy

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

Replacements, with khaki gangsters
What up, dawg?
Replacements, we got it gangster
What up, cuz?

Get gone, man, shit (you said we was rollin' with him)
I don' give a fuck, it's time to go
We could go, we could be gone in five minutes
Man, we gotta fuckin' show (we gotta show, we gotta go)
Get the fuck outta here (bye)
Holler