Y Should I Do That When I Can Do This? Songtext
von Prince

Let′s play a game called "you agree"
'Cause nothin′ was created in disagreement, see
And if I didn't try to school you, I'd be remiss
You know what?
Why should I do that when I can do this?

(Do this)
(Boom shakalakala boom)
This drummer wicked
(Do this)


You were just conceived on a Friday night
I was on stage wasting brothers in a real fight
Everytime they copped my space down I worked it harder
Stripped down to my underwear and spanked them like they father
Never before had people seen a vision so bizarre
Play a hand that′s equal to mine
Uh, look at my cards I heard your little groove and I raised you another
On a Sunday morning would you play that smack for your mother?
Huh, I believe you would think otherwise
A few CDs from now when the software that you′re banging's not alive
In a real battle those loops y′all got suffer TKO's
Until you′re playing in front of 70,000 you'll never know, nigga
This a grown folks job
All the young dogs need to recognize
If the world was God, the people need to use it with a third eye
Who? What? Why? Uh, lookout

And if I didn′t try to school you, I would be remissed
Why should I do that when I can do this?

(If a nigga never stylin', who would I diss?)
Why should I do that when I can do this?
(Boom shakalakala boom)
This drummer wicked
Why should I do that when I can do this?
This drummer wicked
Why should I do that when I can do this?

Everytime I turn around there's another boot
Talking about what another boot can′t do
Quiet as it′s kept, everyone of you boots need to try to walk a mile in my shoes


I've had devils (out) try to take me out but I stand for the truth
So my words makes mo′ dollars than sense on your hellavision or your radio
With this flow it just grows
Yo, ask Chuck D. - he know
He's been fightin′ the "so called power" since the days of old
So tell me now what should be sold?
Sleepy Jack hazards y'all need a couple of No-doze (Ooh)
Ask Mary J. about Chaka
Mary, is Chaka on the radio? (No)
Huh, see you gotta save your own
In the end it ain′t about the dollars but the seeds you've sewn
In a mind state full of Dutch ELM that's where the ghetto′s grown (Ohh)
Watch out y′all can't block me out tonight

If I didn′t try to school you I'd be remissed
Why should I do that when I can do this? (Hey yeah)
(Do this)
(If a nigga never stylin′, who would I diss?)
Why should I do that when I can do this
(Boom shakalakala boom)
This drummer wicked
Why should I do that when I can do this?

Uh, a drummer in a cold sweat, backin' up my rhyme
I′d make you take your shortie outta here (Everytime)
Calling me fine
I got a big stick, one for each hand
Everybody know I keep a tight band, come on
Uh

My brothers in Manhattan say, "Got to shut these haters down G."
He say, "Dog I got yo' back but you gotta, you gotta make a sound" (Make a sound)
Like we used to, "Well you might be pissed"
"'Cause why would I do that when I can do this?"

To most I′m known as a lover, to others I′m just a pain (Say what?)
The latter's opinion usually form when mediocrity reigns
And if I didn′t school ya, you know what? (What?)
I would be remissed
Yo, why would I do that y'all, (haha) Londell, when I can do this?
(Why should I do that when I can do this?)
Why would I do that y′all, Ananda, when I can do this? (Backup)
(Why should I do that when I can do this)
Why would I do that y'all, Doug E., when I can do this?
Why would I do that y′all, Spike, when I could do this?
(Why should I do that when I can do this?)
Why would I do that y'all, NPG? We can do this, we can do this
Boom!