Yukmouth - Do It B.I. lyrics

(Hook) Til the day that I die do it B.I. Since I was born I was taught to keep it P.I. I'm that n***a thugged out in the V.I. And I've been slangin major "D" since I was knee high (2x) (Verse 1) When you was break dancin and back spinnin on ya nolium My n***az wrap a thousand grams with patrolium Jelly like like Belly, it ain't sh** that you can tell me Once you trapped in the belly of the beast With n***az waitin on the commissary Locked in solitary confinement, no more grindin, wifey pondin diamonds I'm a frontline soldier like a lineman Guns firin', sirens, that's all in my enviroment Gangstas, pimps, thugs, that's all in my enviroment n***az that's slung d** with no thoughts of retirement Ballin, timin, grindin, that's all in my enviroment Expirement, when I blaze you up f** the firemen Call the coroner, set up shop on the corner With rocks and marijauna, make it hot as a sauna It's just another day in Oakland, California I touch G's and never had a diploma, like that (Hook 2x) (Verse 2) When you was learnin how to boogaloo and pop lock I was baggin opium and bloons at the hop spot And slangin double ups to goons at the rock spot We got the block locked, and give a f** if the cops watch This chop chop and turn ya car into a drop top Just like a chop shop, blak blak, make a cop drop Keep ya mouth shut, our neighbors don't talk to cops about us They know we'll come and shoot they f**in house up Rock ya ounce up, with ya little arm and hammer I'm breakin pounds up, with jack knifes and sledge hammers Some of my n***az in the feds locked up in the slammer Some of my n***az got bread then headed for Atlanta My family put the murder game down like Alpo I hate my algebra cla** but still love to count dough n***az is breakin like turbo and o-zone I was pushin O's on the block until the dope gone (Hook 2x) (Verse 3) When you was spinnin techniques learnin DJ sh** I was tryin to touch and hundred ki's like Freeway Rick I was rollin with a mossberg like DJ Quik Out here the Feds and the D.A. hit over he say sh** The block hot like a heatwave hit But I'ma bubble on the low just like Freeway sh** I'ma follow all the codes, never be a snitch Just concentrate on this "D" I whip and this "V" I flip I stay Fila'd down in mobsta suits If you talk to cops I shoot, let the choppa loose Rest in Peace to Tupac and Big Poppa too I never boogaloo like shaba do, I'm a mobsta, dude (Hook 2x)