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E-40 - Do What You Know Good lyrics
[e-40] Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin to have me that, lipstick by mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp, see i be hood(?) But the only cheese i ever had, was from the goods And man that was divided among (?) brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good But what we hadn't (?) get the gat from one of my (?) On the tough, uncle bruce(?) Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chickenheads squash through my hood, with good intentions But always end up sparkin antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? then you with me after the show You smell? we hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? like dr. ruth Hey!! (hey!!) hoe!! (hoe!!) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Chorus: repeat 2x {sung} Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good [do what you know good] [e-40] Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes Then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin to the rules and regulationship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on the click On the east they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the west they got tacos and burrito vans In the south, it's (??) and briscuit What about the midwest? the midwest, dey just love to kick it! Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen, like bigfoot, and the loch ness monster Dialin for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin paper chasin poppin collars Chorus [singer] Do what i know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin [e-40] I ain't no captain At the bar, signin autographs on napkins Ball til we have it all - bartender talkin about "last call for alcohol!" I'm bout to get to, mashin on that (??) If we don't get no mo' (??) throw glasses at that moesha fag And i'm walkin up out the do', step stuck and stutterin Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If i woulda fell, it woulda been embarassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But i'm a king size nigga, baby pull my coattail! and just.. Chorus |
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