Just Do It
Album: World Party
Release Date: 12/21/99
Label: LaFace
Explicit version of "Just Do It" lyrics
Well
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy
And all that acting you doing
F*** hollering and screaming let's get to it
Now I say my rap reflect the enemy
Passion and positive energy
Y'all talk about killing
Tripping 'bout a nigga
But I ain't 'bout to holler or scream at you
You can look in my eyes and tell what I'd do
I'm a charge at niggas and you know I'm true
But goddammit
I know how it go
Heard it's g****** time to blow
Stomping niggas down till they don't want no more
Trying to get some Polo's straight out the store
Some gone
I might laugh and joke but I'll let a nigga know
I'm the same m*********** from 84
And I still do it in the aftershow
And I don't like to feel like I'm being tried
I ain't bullet-proof
But I damn sho' ain't finna go and hide
I got one on me and I'm down to ride
I ain't trying to say I got all the game
I got fame but a million I can't claim
So respect me playa and I'll do the same
But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim
Well
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy
And all that acting you doing
F*** hollering and screaming let's get to it
The revolution has begun
Handle your business playa
Devoted to the game and dope
Cut-throat ways will get you paid in full
Pull a rabbit out the hat trick
Slick it's like a porn flick
Umm
It makes you look like a pig
Get your big behind
You remind me of swine with your fat nose
Stuck in your pose and thread bed that shawty
Lame with your game
Got your label and your fast cars
And your bodyguard looking hard
Throwing your cheese
I'm like a egg bout' to hatch
Commercialize suckers looking like busters
I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking team
Spark in the night
Haters
Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together
How the f***
Well
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy
And all that acting you doing
F*** hollering and screaming let's get to it
The streets making you feel like a real G
But we Georgia finest
You still putting thangs up in your mouth
'Cause you been pacifired
All your life in school
Why you couldn't learn nothing?
Runt
Books no longer hold your attention span
Short term but you can sho' enough count that green
Something you just can't coach
Don't sing it
I usually caught me at least one fool a game
You can only phanthom pain
But don't let me get on a case of this drank
Leak to my heart
Make you wanna walk that plank
You'd better swim m***********
'Cause b******* don't float
See you remind of this goat
That I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin
Curbing over some yellow rice
Might as well hit the graveyard shift
Somewhere at McDonalds or Burger King
Grab a taste or spill
And we do a******* that grip leather chairs
Well
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy
And all that acting you doing
F*** hollering and screaming let's get to it
I used to hang out
Run your mouth wrong
On the spot bodies with no heads
Left em' out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks
Never speaking
Berettas brought the rain back and forth
Trigger action
Hit the door
F*** it all
I was scared the first shot
But liked the second and third
Left him hollering and screaming
Dreaming for another chance to live
Had it up yesterday but today its mine
Bust your ass one more time
For the niggas on the grind
Well
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy
And all that acting you doing
F*** hollering and screaming let's get to it
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