Gotta Do It Songtext
von Big K.R.I.T.
Gotta Do It Songtext
(Laco) we doin′ this one for the DEI
(Big Boy, we back with another one)
Or for the VIPs
Yeah
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies (sss)
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Outta the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it) like, uh, like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin′ the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like the UGK's and the MJG's and 8 Balls
For me, they pave the way, can′t forget the scar on face
In the ghetto with my boys, mind playin′ tricks for days
If you're huggin′ on the curb then your huevos bound to scrape
No band-aids for the low-lows
It cost a grip to slab a color change, a snow globe
Nigga, I'm out here popped the top like field with spring, a no go
For all the times they wasn′t ridin' low with no show
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies (sss)
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Outta the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin′ the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it) like, uh, like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like the kings in Egypt, crushed up velvet, regal
Stitch and tuck like weavers, for the blacker the berry people
Digi dash them features, bowlin' ball with the swirl, I don′t see us
On top of the game like steeples, comin′ down, pourin' up by the liter
Tab of the neck, this flow, I′m a gift from the high I know
Came out mama womb wearin' a bow, she said, "Gone, let your neon glow"
Ain′t no stoppin', best be on go
′Cause it'll be times when the sun don't shine
And you′re all alone, and no one′s around, but love to show
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies (sss)
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Outta the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it) like, uh, like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin′ the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Laco
Big Boy we back with another one
To everybody who got a old school that ain't runnin′, but you won't sell it
This your jam, make sure you stay tuned to Catholic The Ritz Radio
(Big Boy, we back with another one)
Or for the VIPs
Yeah
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies (sss)
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Outta the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it) like, uh, like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin′ the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like the UGK's and the MJG's and 8 Balls
For me, they pave the way, can′t forget the scar on face
In the ghetto with my boys, mind playin′ tricks for days
If you're huggin′ on the curb then your huevos bound to scrape
No band-aids for the low-lows
It cost a grip to slab a color change, a snow globe
Nigga, I'm out here popped the top like field with spring, a no go
For all the times they wasn′t ridin' low with no show
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies (sss)
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Outta the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin′ the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it) like, uh, like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like the kings in Egypt, crushed up velvet, regal
Stitch and tuck like weavers, for the blacker the berry people
Digi dash them features, bowlin' ball with the swirl, I don′t see us
On top of the game like steeples, comin′ down, pourin' up by the liter
Tab of the neck, this flow, I′m a gift from the high I know
Came out mama womb wearin' a bow, she said, "Gone, let your neon glow"
Ain′t no stoppin', best be on go
′Cause it'll be times when the sun don't shine
And you′re all alone, and no one′s around, but love to show
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies (sss)
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Outta the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it
Like the players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it) like, uh, like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin′ the funk, never fuck with the fake
(Sometimes you gotta do it)
Laco
Big Boy we back with another one
To everybody who got a old school that ain't runnin′, but you won't sell it
This your jam, make sure you stay tuned to Catholic The Ritz Radio
Writer(s): Justin Lewis Scott, Olalekan Olabisi Akinyokunbo, Joseph Glen Bates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
