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Do That Songtext
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
'Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Bread, chips, and cheese is the diet that I recommend
I know I′m still chubby but I slide that Mercedes Benz
Party like a rock star, smoke 'til I pass out
Feed Foxy Skittles and get ass 'til I′m assed out
Ride with the top down, fuck it let the shag roll
Dollar sections two one four, yes sir I′m ready bro
This is why I'm hot homie, ride with that nine on me
Call me money makin′ Tony, realest of the show homie
Leanin', dippin′, two hundred dollars, Sprite sippin'
On the eight and ain′t trippin', I keep it pimpin', can you dig it?
Her nap be as hell, pocket full of shillings
Kush by the bush, trees hangin′ from the ceiling
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
'Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
No I ain′t that handsome but I'm fresher than Febreeze
Five hun′ for the jeans, Algiers for the tee
Gotta keep it Zilla, Jag from the dealer
A fool for the scrilla, if I touch 'em bet I peel ′em
My face on the tizzle, ride candy bizzle
Think it's all sweet, beef and you'll get your issue
Drama, we did that, llamas, we did that
Problems you lookin′ for, this ain′t where you want it at
DJ bring it back, DJ bring it back
Hoods in the air, tell me where your set's at
They yellin′ out they hoods, twistin' up they fingers
This one′s for the streets, happy birthday Zilla
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
'Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Do it for the block, that's why the hood's so proud
Show when I prove Scott Storch tracks (ta-dow!)
Zilla on the big screen, Zilla on the radio
Zilla in the magazines, Zilla in the videos
Just tryna do my thang, stack up my change
Park that machine, and leave your girl amazed
God damn I love this rap shit, one lucky bastard
One bottle, two bottle, three, four, mattress
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
'Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Bread, chips, and cheese is the diet that I recommend
I know I′m still chubby but I slide that Mercedes Benz
Party like a rock star, smoke 'til I pass out
Feed Foxy Skittles and get ass 'til I′m assed out
Ride with the top down, fuck it let the shag roll
Dollar sections two one four, yes sir I′m ready bro
This is why I'm hot homie, ride with that nine on me
Call me money makin′ Tony, realest of the show homie
Leanin', dippin′, two hundred dollars, Sprite sippin'
On the eight and ain′t trippin', I keep it pimpin', can you dig it?
Her nap be as hell, pocket full of shillings
Kush by the bush, trees hangin′ from the ceiling
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
'Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
No I ain′t that handsome but I'm fresher than Febreeze
Five hun′ for the jeans, Algiers for the tee
Gotta keep it Zilla, Jag from the dealer
A fool for the scrilla, if I touch 'em bet I peel ′em
My face on the tizzle, ride candy bizzle
Think it's all sweet, beef and you'll get your issue
Drama, we did that, llamas, we did that
Problems you lookin′ for, this ain′t where you want it at
DJ bring it back, DJ bring it back
Hoods in the air, tell me where your set's at
They yellin′ out they hoods, twistin' up they fingers
This one′s for the streets, happy birthday Zilla
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
'Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Do it for the block, that's why the hood's so proud
Show when I prove Scott Storch tracks (ta-dow!)
Zilla on the big screen, Zilla on the radio
Zilla in the magazines, Zilla in the videos
Just tryna do my thang, stack up my change
Park that machine, and leave your girl amazed
God damn I love this rap shit, one lucky bastard
One bottle, two bottle, three, four, mattress
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Big money, make that
Come on gal, shake that
DJ bring it back
′Cause the streets said play that
Pull up on them foes
Raise up them toes
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Tony Klique Montrez Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
