Do Dat

[Intro] Aiyyo check this verse out

My platinum chains, my big willy, my

Mercedes-Benz

That's right? [laughing] [Verse 1]

Are you a gun busting ******? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)

Are you a ******* baggin ******? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)

You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your

Rolly on Not just any

Rolly but you bought the most expensive one.

Hey take ya car keys (Jingle Jingle) to ya class

E Big body be for your

CD- I mean,

DVD For ya

T.V in ya head beats, in ya back seat

Haha, y'all think

I'm mean Runnin round talking bout the *******t that you be talking bout

How you the drug game sold up and locked down

John Gotti got life and

I'm sure he never told nobody

Boy lets put on an album so the ****** feds could buy it

You shouldn't be shouting out them bodies you buried

Nine millimeters and

Techs and them

AK47's Illegal weapons you talking bout you snucked in the club

You got so many guns

Tell me why you rappers steady getting robbed

I got two more verses for you (huh) this ain't just to an individual person

These questions here for all of ya [Hook]

I can write a song without ice, *******, and cars can you mutha ******as do dat? (DO DAT?!)

I can blaze a track without bustin a gat at a cat can you mutha ******as do dat? (DO DAT?!) [Chorus 2x]

Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo *******t in a little bit

When the radios in the club get to pumpin this

And they start to finding out what what rappin really is [Verse 2]

Verse 2, now that you know what the song's about

Yall probably cussin me out

You gonna listen to it anyhow

Lets talk about somebody like

Eskimo Rentin they jewelry from

Jacob and don't think we know

You got a platinum piece but your chain is plain white gold

After the video it got to go back to the store

That's Crazy, talkin bout some *******t you don't own

Oughta be ashamed of yourself

Yo, don't they call that frontin, holmes?

You ain't

Jigga, ******

Nor can you spin like

Puff And got a cash money deal

So what's your

Big Willy talk for?

I get so excited man, your track got me leapin

Then you start rhyming and (Yawn)

I get sleepy [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3]

It's a sad situation, record labels buggin out

Cuz they star artist done ran out of *******t to talk about (Whoa!)

Yeah that's crazy and you think about it baby

Only thing that changed in yo rhyme was ya date "2000"

Oh that *******t is hot, put that on the album

You heard it with my man kick that *******t (??)

Loud and proud, ****** swear he be throwin down

Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth

I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right

No more mutha****** sound alikes!

Sound-a-like (Mobb Deep!)

Sound-a-like (Jay-Z!)

Sound-a-like (B.I.G.!)

And we don't need no more please! [Chorus]