Fiend - Tryin To Do Something lyrics

Artist: Master P f/ Fiend, Mac Album: Ghetto Dope Song: Tryin To Do Something Ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies And uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that Chorus: The eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these n***as disappear If I could I would And I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something The eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these n***as disappear If I could I would And I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated Screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger Come close to a n***a, let the P seduce ya Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough s** I want you to open your legs as wide as you could So I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood Up and down like a roller coaster From your stomach to your back Let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps Crispy clean, no strings attached Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that CHORUS I heard you want a real man Won't you lay up here and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, and what you got can be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I ain't approach you for nothing And the reason I came up off it cause you working with something Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve On top of that my head tight from everything the bar serve I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home And prove that I flip other things besides zones Tell ya girls ya gone, baby you gots to roam Who leaving with Fiend's, he get it on, get it on You could make me moan, so you up for screwing me Please use ingenuity when you doing me Damn your dress in blues with you matching hat and shoes Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised Ain't no one gonna get used Now cut the bullsh**s and bluffings Straight to the point shorty Look I'm trying to do something CHORUS Back stage at the concerts peepin You wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone Hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song Camouflauge love all night making me moan Thug pa**ion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion Run and tell your girls about your night with the a**a**in I'm here tonight and the vibe is right Red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight But tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight Take my address down so you can write But for now lets do something f** the frontin and the talking My dogs just about barkin Take your outfit off and put the soldiers sh** on And go to war with me Pager number's on the desk Hit me when you trying to do something CHORUS