"Do You (I'm a Do Me)" lyrics
Be real quiet
Real quiet
Paper regime
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, this is what I do, I get loaded daily
From this to that, from the gin to the 'gnac
I share drink with my niggas
And I fed banks with my niggas
This is what I do, I flow 24s for the dough
A born and bred nigga from the O
You'll never see me cryin' in my videos
I've been Num to the world since I knew hoes
Yo, this is what I do, puff buddha
The rap ruler knock your ass like Zab Judah, blast the MAC through ya
With more stripes than Freddy Krueger
Jerold Ellis Jr. is Lex Luger, got rappers pushin' up petunias
And fuck the rumor, this Yuk and Num
Don't give a fuck where you from, faggot, bust your gun
And you so-called players get crushed like Pun
Niggas might win some, but they just lost one
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, poppin' pills, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, we gon' do we, nigga, smoke Luniz
Fuck all the dumb, and fuck where I'm from
And fuck everything if it ain't all about Num
So you ask where he reside, every corner
And every fucking backstreet in Oakland, California
Done sold everything from crack to ammonia
And barbecued everything from lamb to bologna (Ow)
And bought everything from 'Lac to Escalade
And smoked everything, backyard to the naid
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot-a, chronic smoke in my body
In Japan, drink sake, still smokin' my broccoli
Wrists still rocky, used to drink Carlos Rossi with the posse
Now I pop that Dom P, what model bitches buy me
Watch me, I get keys straight from papi
Bitches poppin' E, runnin' naked through the Mondrian lobby
I'll probably shoot a nigga in the body with the Tommy
Young John Gotti, knock a bird like Bobby
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, poppin' pills, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, we gon' do we, nigga, smoke Luniz
This is what I do (This is what I do)
I stay dipped in the Gucci and the Burberry, ball like Darryl Strawberry
Nah, I smoke like Darryl Strawberry
So say your graces and Hail Marys before I leave you all buried
I carry straps, it's just a misdemeanor
Itchy trigger finger that's itchin' to send your clique to the cleaners
You can't fuck with Num, he ghetto platinum
We both Oakland Raiders, the ghetto anthem
The East Coast can't see the phantom menace
I keep toast to bust at your family members
And I'm thugged out, never drunk a can of Guinness
I'm like Popeye, bitches and a handful of spinach, uh
Nigga, I blow like nobody, never gave a fuck about nobody
And do lines like Tony Montana
I did things and bubbled in the home of the Hammer
And I'm doin' things but not in front of the camera
Ask niggas at the rave how Num get loaded
I'm probably the only nigga that a rave promoted
You can't talk to a bitch at the rave? I can
Make her ex off X and make her sex off next
And make her friend be next, 'cause your kin is yes
And I fuck you drunk, mama, 'cause to sin is best
If you want Num do, you got to bend it best
Let me stick my dick in it, let me finish this
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, poppin' pills, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, we gon' do we, nigga, smoke Luniz
Thought so, nigga
Real quiet
Paper regime
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, this is what I do, I get loaded daily
From this to that, from the gin to the 'gnac
I share drink with my niggas
And I fed banks with my niggas
This is what I do, I flow 24s for the dough
A born and bred nigga from the O
You'll never see me cryin' in my videos
I've been Num to the world since I knew hoes
Yo, this is what I do, puff buddha
The rap ruler knock your ass like Zab Judah, blast the MAC through ya
With more stripes than Freddy Krueger
Jerold Ellis Jr. is Lex Luger, got rappers pushin' up petunias
And fuck the rumor, this Yuk and Num
Don't give a fuck where you from, faggot, bust your gun
And you so-called players get crushed like Pun
Niggas might win some, but they just lost one
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, poppin' pills, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, we gon' do we, nigga, smoke Luniz
Fuck all the dumb, and fuck where I'm from
And fuck everything if it ain't all about Num
So you ask where he reside, every corner
And every fucking backstreet in Oakland, California
Done sold everything from crack to ammonia
And barbecued everything from lamb to bologna (Ow)
And bought everything from 'Lac to Escalade
And smoked everything, backyard to the naid
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot-a, chronic smoke in my body
In Japan, drink sake, still smokin' my broccoli
Wrists still rocky, used to drink Carlos Rossi with the posse
Now I pop that Dom P, what model bitches buy me
Watch me, I get keys straight from papi
Bitches poppin' E, runnin' naked through the Mondrian lobby
I'll probably shoot a nigga in the body with the Tommy
Young John Gotti, knock a bird like Bobby
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, poppin' pills, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, we gon' do we, nigga, smoke Luniz
This is what I do (This is what I do)
I stay dipped in the Gucci and the Burberry, ball like Darryl Strawberry
Nah, I smoke like Darryl Strawberry
So say your graces and Hail Marys before I leave you all buried
I carry straps, it's just a misdemeanor
Itchy trigger finger that's itchin' to send your clique to the cleaners
You can't fuck with Num, he ghetto platinum
We both Oakland Raiders, the ghetto anthem
The East Coast can't see the phantom menace
I keep toast to bust at your family members
And I'm thugged out, never drunk a can of Guinness
I'm like Popeye, bitches and a handful of spinach, uh
Nigga, I blow like nobody, never gave a fuck about nobody
And do lines like Tony Montana
I did things and bubbled in the home of the Hammer
And I'm doin' things but not in front of the camera
Ask niggas at the rave how Num get loaded
I'm probably the only nigga that a rave promoted
You can't talk to a bitch at the rave? I can
Make her ex off X and make her sex off next
And make her friend be next, 'cause your kin is yes
And I fuck you drunk, mama, 'cause to sin is best
If you want Num do, you got to bend it best
Let me stick my dick in it, let me finish this
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, poppin' pills, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, all day, smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Nigga, do you
I'ma do me, we gon' do we, nigga, smoke Luniz
Thought so, nigga
