[Hook - 4x]
Who gon do it, the way I do
Who gon get this b**h hot as I do, and keep it live as I do
[Dougie D]
First of all, look I'm in mash mode
Motherf**ers wasn't even expecting, but here I go
You know me from the Maab, you know me from the S.L.A.B
n***as be wanting to see Dougie, show his raw naked a**
What about n***as that's hating, I don't feel that there
What about n***as that's pressing, I k** that there
I'm a certified G, like a freak on with one T.V
I keep a click of k**as, that's stupid and all coo-coo
Like the way I keep it live, yeah we like that boy
Like the way I keep it on fire, yeah we like that boy
I'ma jump on the track, and ride it and keep wigging
Panties'll get wet, while pads'll get messy
Who gon do it like I do it, no other or nan nother
Dougie'll get this motherf**er hot, like summer
A Guerilla Maab n***a, I represent it forever
Until I retire my jersey, and touch another level
[Hook - 4x]
[Dougie D]
God damn it, I'm on fire
Just as soon as I commits to speaking, the sh** burn down
I'm a lyrical mastermind, with my punch line rhyme
Make a motherf**er rewind, and play it one mo' time
I'm a street toner scholar, game I got a lot of
Flipping through the city, with my chicken on my wood divider
Trying to get me I think nada, this beam on top of my nine-a
Will go on top of your noggin, and knock everything up out of it
Whoo, when you boys gon learn
When you f** around with the fire, your a** will get burned
I done paid my dues daddy, so you wait your turn
And my mind up on my money, I don't know bout yours
And I'm still riding, sliding co*ked up
Don't give a motherf**, squeeze a b**h up on her bu*t
Hollin' man hold up, getting full and f**ed up
It's your n***a Dougie D, wrecking this b**h and getting bucked
[Hook - 4x]
[Trae]
Follow me inside the mind of a thugger, that's known to slug a
Never gon be nan nother, that's rougher coming out the gutter
I mean it and I tell you, I spit it like I'ma give it gangsta
For the digits these n***as be weaker, than a fake a** wa*ksta
I'm a corner bender, on 20's with T.V.'s
And the bang be knocking off they fenders, pretenders can never enter
To kick it with Maab related Guerillas, so n***as hate it
They know that they perpetrated, they life'll be confiscated
For f**ing with a well known, with a weapon that's well shown
Conversating on cell phones, with work to get it gone
I'm just doublizing, with ways to shut 'em down
And since I shut 'em down, it's best they lay it down
[Cl'Che]
It ain't nan b**h, can do it like I did it
Ain't nan mo'f**er, could screw it like Screw did it
Or amateurs trying, to rhyme against professionals
That's not fair, so b**h I dare
You, to even think you could do what Cl' do
Originar S.L.A.B. rider, coming through
Cl'Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to do
When you hating on we do, and the do is in you
I got a rhyme or two, and it's just about you
Cause we dropping these albums, doing just what we do
And I ain't, never by myself
I got the whole damn Southside, riding on my belt
[Hook - 4x]