"Gotta Do It" lyrics
Laco...
Big Boy we back wit another one
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off
Kick back get your lick back
Like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat
Marcus Garvey
I just gotta move it
Out of the situation
That they put me in
Mad that candy paint
Go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh
Like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the UGK's and the MJG's
And 8 balls
For me they pave the way
Can't forget the scare on face
In the geto wit my boys
Mind playin tricks for days
If ya huggin on the curb
Then your elbows bound to scrape
No band aids for the low lows
It cost a grip to slab a color change
A snow globe
Nigga I'm out here popped the top like fields with springs
A no go
For all the times they wasn't riding low with no show
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off
Kick back get your lick back
Like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat
Marcus Garvey
I just gotta move it
Out of the situation
That they put me in
Mad that candy paint
Go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh
Like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the kings in Egypt
Crushed up velvet, regal
Stitch and tuck like weavers
For the blacker the berry people
Digi dash them features
Bowling ball with the swirl
I don't see us
On top of the game like steeples
Comin down pourin up
By the liters
Tab of the neck this flow
I'm a gift from the high I know
Came out mama womb wearing a bow
She said, "Gone let your neon glow"
Ain't no stopping
Best be on go
Cause it'll be times
When the sun don't shine
And you're all alone
And no one's around
But love to show
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off
Kick back get your lick back
Like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat
Marcus Garvey
I just gotta move it
Out of the situation
That they put me in
Mad that candy paint
Go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh
Like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
Sometimes you gotta do it
Laco...
Big Boy we back wit another one...
Big Boy we back wit another one
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off
Kick back get your lick back
Like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat
Marcus Garvey
I just gotta move it
Out of the situation
That they put me in
Mad that candy paint
Go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh
Like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the UGK's and the MJG's
And 8 balls
For me they pave the way
Can't forget the scare on face
In the geto wit my boys
Mind playin tricks for days
If ya huggin on the curb
Then your elbows bound to scrape
No band aids for the low lows
It cost a grip to slab a color change
A snow globe
Nigga I'm out here popped the top like fields with springs
A no go
For all the times they wasn't riding low with no show
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off
Kick back get your lick back
Like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat
Marcus Garvey
I just gotta move it
Out of the situation
That they put me in
Mad that candy paint
Go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh
Like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the kings in Egypt
Crushed up velvet, regal
Stitch and tuck like weavers
For the blacker the berry people
Digi dash them features
Bowling ball with the swirl
I don't see us
On top of the game like steeples
Comin down pourin up
By the liters
Tab of the neck this flow
I'm a gift from the high I know
Came out mama womb wearing a bow
She said, "Gone let your neon glow"
Ain't no stopping
Best be on go
Cause it'll be times
When the sun don't shine
And you're all alone
And no one's around
But love to show
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off
Kick back get your lick back
Like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat
Marcus Garvey
I just gotta move it
Out of the situation
That they put me in
Mad that candy paint
Go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh
Like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin the funk
Never fuck wit the fake
Sometimes you gotta do it
Laco...
Big Boy we back wit another one...
Writer(s): Justin Lewis Scott, Joseph Bates, Olalekan Olabisi Akinyokunbo
