Hi-C - Do It lyrics

Yeah... H-I' It don't stop... y'all n***as must have forgot Y'all motherf*ckers gon' mind me Yeah... check it out, check it out Now I won't call ya crab if you don't call me slob Livin' in the West is a full-time job n***as be trippin' off of petty sh** n***a miss me with that bank and then check yo' grip You gots to know when to ride, know when to hide Know when to blast, and try not to die n***as be whoopin' that yang and sh** Knowin' they be s**in' up a gang of dick You need to stop runnin' your mouth, be quiet You won't throw a rock in a riot See we can make sh** like this all day And serve it to yo' a** like some Alizé All I wanna do is be a high roller Step in my way I'll eat yo' a** like ebola - virus Hi' is the name - you knew it F*ck what ya heard, I gotta do it like I'm used to it Do it - do it, do it, do it (I gotta do it like I'm used to it) Do it - do it, do it, do it {"I'm a veteran, boy"} Now I don't mean to flag, sag, brag or boast But I'm the most - underrated n***a on this Coast I'll fall on my knees, throw my hands up to God Thinkin' to myself "Kumbaya my Lord" If it don't work this time, I'll quit I'm right back in the field, slangin' that sh** But life goes on and the earth rotate Players still play and then haters still hate Don't step in my path, I'll whip a** And if a n***a talk sh** - I'ma do ya bad You gets the benefit of the doubt But if you ain't legit I'ma knock yo' a** out Back in your mouth with that gangsta sh** Half dance in the house, nah we don't quit Rem and Cashe and Kenny Mack Lil' V from St. Louis even got my back Quik (?) and G-One From the land of the trees and a gang of guns So come on down, be the first to get wet You don't have to give me sh**, I'ma take my respect Leave a bitter taste in your face like lemon Stackin' more chips than that n***a Russell Simmons Y'all don't wanna see me in a rowd' fight Thank you for comin' out, God bless ya, good night ... y'all n***as better watch me Do it - do it, do it, do it {"I'm a veteran, boy"} Do it - do it, do it, do it Now let me dig deep in my memory bank And come up with some sh** to make a nightclub sink Fool what you think, we was doin' this for free? Scratch in the bank, videos on TV Don't hate me 'cause you're mad at the earth Let the pistols bust and lay yo' a** to the turf Guys are male b**hes, they never get this work A six million dollar man is what a n***a worth Ladies in the house if you're down to win, say (n***a, what's up on my end?) All the ladies in the house if you're down to win, say (n***a, what's up on my end?) All the players in the house thats makin' scratch, say (b**h, it ain't goin' down like that) All my players in the house thats makin' scratch, say (b**h, it ain't goin' down like that) God gave me the talent, so why not use it F*ck what ya heard, I gotta do it like I'm used to it Do it - do it, do it, do it (I gotta do it like I'm used to it) Do it - do it, do it, do it {"I'm a veteran, boy"}