No Doubt (feat. M.O.P. And Teflon)

Lyrics

Kick ass, nigga, come on
 Yeah, yeah, Hit Squad Firing Squad
 Nine, eight, shit
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 It's Diggy Das M.O.P.
 And that nigga Teflon
 Let's get it on what, what
 Let's get it on yeah, yeah
 Another new year I got my crew here, let's get it on
 Miggity make money, money, yo, son, I got the bomb
 See me swervan, through the urban
 Black Suburban, puffing urban, wiggity wild and drinking bourbon
 See I'm learnin', while I'm earnin'
 Rapidly firin', like that shit that the Ku Klux be burnin'
 Who wanna get stuck up or get fucked the fuck up?
 Blucka, blucka blowe, bitch, nigga your lucks up
 Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out, thug out, but rub out
 Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out
 Shit I set it for real when I bug out
 My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out
 Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out
 We represent the Ruffhouse
 Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned at the thug house
 Now your facing a one of a kind dude
 Undefined dude, top of the line dude
 Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here
 All my people up in here, it's rough in here
 Bullets figgity flying every fucking where
 It's unfucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame
 Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon and Lil Fame
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 Diggy Das M.O.P.
 And that nigga Teflon
 Let's get it on what, what
 Let's get it on yeah, yeah
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 Diggy Das M.O.P.
 And that nigga Teflon
 Let's get it on what, what
 Let's get it on yeah, yeah
 Say hello to the bad guy, excuse me as I grab my N U Ts
 No need to ask why, we blow the spot up
 Hit 'em with the uncut raw
 Could be somewhat more advance with the product
 You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore
 All the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for
 First family style, its deep, you catch us on these beats
 But we should never be disconnected from these streets
 See my higgity hard times that bring forth these higgity hard rhymes
 Hard crimes, leave 'em hospitalized with scar lines
 Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, it's turn to eat again
 Motivated by cats who would never see the street again
 See him in the next life 'cause that's where were gon' meet again
 And if it goes down then you gon' bleed again
 Any ground I roam, I stand on it
 Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it
 Yeah, so let's expand on it, put my mans on it
 Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it
 The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad
 We billin', ya, killin' ya, figgity feelin' ya till the next millennial
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 Diggy Das M.O.P.
 And that nigga Teflon
 Let's get it on what, what
 Let's get it on yeah, yeah
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 No doubt, no doubt
 Do your thing, do your thing
 Diggy Das M.O.P.
 And that nigga Teflon
 Let's get it on what, what
 Let's get it on yeah, yeah
 

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Duration
03:41
Key
1
Tempo
84 BPM

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