Fat Joe - Don't Do It lyrics

[Hook] Them n***as got an attitude when we pull in them cars Shutting down the avenue and they start actin' like ‘em broads Don't, don't do it, don't, don't do it, don't, don't do it! (Turn the lights down) [Verse 1: Fat Joe] They call me Joey PYREX, cause I whip it the good n***as ain't recognize yet, but they b**hes do Nah, I ain't throwin' up no sets, but my n***as do Versace frames, Versace chains, that's what Big would do Aquafina, she got that Aquafina So much a** up in this car, you would think it's La Marina And this chain weigh two kilos, bought that b**h in 88′ Tattoo Al Pacino, [?] deep dish in that paper plate (Don't do it!) I'mma work of art but these gats deep (Don't do it!) I'm Leonardo, Great Gatsby Swimming pools, day parties, white girls doin' c**aine prolly She gave strep, she'll leave ok, that b**h sound like James Harden [Hook] Them n***as got an attitude when we pull in them cars Shutting down the avenue and they start actin' like ‘em broads Don't, don't do it, don't, don't do it, don't, don't do it! (Montana, turn the lights on!) [Verse 2: French Montana] All my dawgs stylin', got em feelin' awkward Them n***as foul, Joey Crawford Don't do it, [?], eight digits, blew it And I caught up whippin' hard like Martha Stewart I'm talkin' thirty chains, thirty clip a pint Gettin' brain, make a mill, watchin' n***as change sh** get strange, them coke boys be whylin' Drop head, no molly, More O's, more problems I say f** hoes, more comic [Hook] Them n***as got an attitude when we pull in them cars Shutting down the avenue and they start actin' like ‘em broads Don't, don't do it, don't, don't do it, don't, don't do it! (Turn the lights on!) [Verse 3: Rico Love] Black drop-top, drop-crotch, call me Hammer Time Rolley black face with yellow diamonds, that's a Dandelion Phantom Spaceship, I could try that b**h and recline And when you go to Hublot, tell em my name The owner's a friend of mine I'm on every station, listen for my adlib You came for vacation but n***a that's where I live Gave my daddy my Benz, gave my momma my Grammys Still the king of the mill and I run that b**h from Miami Do somethin', n***a! [Hook] Them n***as got an attitude when we pull in them cars Shutting down the avenue and they start actin' like ‘em broads Don't, don't do it, don't, don't do it, don't, don't do it! (Turn the lights on!)