"Doin' Too Much" lyrics

Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo Quik check this out dog
You know motherfuckers be doin' way way too motherfuckin' much
You know? That's real
Just like baby right here, she doing too much

Now if that nigga next to you got a rented car
And he actin' like it's his but you know it's not
Say he doin' too much, yeah nigga you doin' too much
And if that stuck-up bitch got the bar posted-up
She actin like that hair's hers but you know what's up
Say she doin' too much, yeah baby you doin' too much

I gave my kinfolk the keys to my Suburb
I told em "Hit the side and slide and get the herb"
But guess who's callin', Pipedream Patty
Made that nigga park my whoride beside the alley
Forget about that nigga though (fuck that nigga)
Fuck that nigga yo
But I can't forget about him 'cause he taught me everything I know
Oh no Joe, walkin' down the wrong lane
Tootin' on that cocaine, fuckin' with that wrong thang
Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn)
Then fake the funk, doggonnit
Now loc, look at this predicament
You smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it with
Niggas like you, used to be in my crew
Goddamn, they don't make niggas like they used to
I remember Marley Marl and the Juice Crew
That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce-deuce

Now if you're doin' for your family and you can't stand it
'Cause you know these motherfuckers tryin' take advantage
Say they doin' too much, yeah nigga you doin' too much
And if your kinfolk broke and he smoke dope
And he need to catch a motherfuckin' different stroke
Say he doing too much, yeah Joey you doing too much

We parlay, parlay everyday DPG style
We might throw a pool party every once in a while
Now in fact we gon' do one this weekend
Let's see how many hoes me and my nigga Rose can weed in
I believe in, sharin' the cock
Also, I believe in comparin' the cock
Look, don't knock a nigga like me (why?)
'Cause she love the way I just beat up the pussy
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she went down on me
She blew a nigga socks off, got a nigga rocks off
Ooh wee, baby you's a freak
Put my homie up on game like a gangsta
But my homie fell in love and he banked her
Ain't that a trip? Now we in a twist
Back in the county with the red ribbon on his wrist

Now when a nigga hit his girl and she don't hit back
And he get his third strike with no get back
Say he doing too much, yeah homey you doing too much
And when the homey in the pen, doing a sin
And his girlfriend fucking with his best friend
Say she doing too much, hell yeah she doing too much

I'm livin' up in the hills, wine sippin' with mills
I'm havin' major type of paper, I ain't trippin' off bills (still)
Show me some respect and accept my coolness
And don't mistake my kindness to mean I'm foolish
Use this as a warning, 'cause I'm startin'
To figure it's some niggas think I'm soft as Charmin
Pardon me, 'cause I ain't mad when you get bent
But I hate when fools mistake me for U.S. spray
Friends and family, gettin' after me like repo
Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw 'em a c-note
You doin' too much when you clutchin' on my touch-tone
Callin' strays over nigga leadin' months gone
Conversate for for hours, wastin' more power
And only get to hit a cold shower
You fakin' like you're makin' more moves than Simpson
But frontin', pushin' buttons, doing nothin' but sin

And when a nigga on yo' phone, runnin' up yo' bill
Trying to tell some hood rat bitch how he feel
You know he doin' too much, yeah nigga you doin' too much
And when your baby mamma cryin' 'bout she need some milk
And you heard some other nigga did been at her tilt
You know she doing too much, yeah baby you doing too much
That's real