Do Dat

Are you a gun busting nigga?
 (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
 Are you a bitch baggin' nigga?
 (Whu-whu-whu-whu)
 You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your rolly on
 Not just any rolly but you bought the most expensive one
 Hey take ya car keys to ya class E
 Big body be for your CD on ya DVD
 For ya T.V in ya head beats
 In ya back seat
 Y'all think I'm mean
 Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit that you talking 'bout
 How you the drug game sewed up and locked down
 John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody
 Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin' feds could buy it
 You should be shouting out them bodies you buried
 Nine millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's
 Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the club
 You got so many guns
 Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
 I got two more verses for you
 This ain't just to an individual person
 These questions here for all of ya
 I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
 Can you mutha fuckas do dat
 (Do dat)
 I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat
 Can you mutha fuckas do dat
 (Do dat)
 Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
 When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
 And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is
 Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
 When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
 And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is
 Now that you know what the song about
 Y'all probably cussin' me out
 You gonna listen to it anyhow
 Lets talk about somebody Eskimo
 Rentin' they jewelry from Jacob
 And don't let me know
 You got a platinum piece
 But your chain is plain right gone
 After the video it gotta go back to the store
 That's crazy
 Talkin' 'bout some shit you don't own
 Oughta be ashamed of yourself
 Yo don't they call that frontin' holmes?
 You ain't jigga, nigga
 Nor can you spin like puff
 And got a cash money deal
 So what's your big Willy talk for?
 I get so excited man
 Your track got me leapin'
 Then you start rhyming and yawn
 I get sleepy
 Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
 When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
 And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is
 I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
 Can you mutha fuckas do dat
 (Do dat)
 I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat
 Can you mutha fuckas do dat
 (Do dat)
 It's a sad situation
 Record name buggin' out
 'Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about
 Whoa
 Yeah that's crazy
 And you think about it baby
 Only thing that changed in yo rhyme
 Was ya day 2000
 Oh that shit is hot
 Put that on the album
 You heard it with my man
 Kick that shit
 Loud and proud
 Nigga swear he be throwin' down
 Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth
 I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
 No more muthafuckin' sound a likes
 Sounded like
 (Mobb deep!)
 Sounded like
 (Jay-Z!)
 Sounded like
 (B.I.B.!)
 And we don't need no more please
 Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
 When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
 And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is
 Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit
 (Yo shit)
 Yo shit, yo shit
 (Yo shit, yo shit)