Do What It Do Songtext
von Warren G

Common make it do what it do baby!
Hm-hm
Oh, yeah!
Hm-hm
Now I gat, gat a lil′ somethin' for you, you, you, you, you, you, you, ah

Now that I thought of it, baby, I got a lot of it
King size bubble, put that pilot in your cockpit
Stop lollygagging and lick my lollipop it
Bitch, man, sagging, heat dragging, cause a nigga got juice
Like a bag of Doritos, now let me slow down with Bobby Valentino
(Slow down)

And spit that pimpin′, I get paid to kill a club, so I guess I'm a hit, man
Moa Green make me lean like I got a kickstand
Vick Scream, Limouzine, I hope this ain't your chick, man
She want a sip, Champagne, and hangin′ VIP with a G in them catnips
But I don′t pay for butts, there was some naked at you yesterday
Oh, he's nuts


I′ll make you do what it do, baby
I'll make you do what it do, baby
I′ll make you do what it do, baby
Look at my self, like I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
You gat me lil′ tipsy, take me higher

It's One to the G, no player hate
I take it back to 93, don't make me regulate
I′m back and it′s poppin', got the club like a 6-4
Everybody hoppin′ (tsu-tsu)
I helped start this thing
These suckas wanna act like they forgot my name
But without the G, you can't spell a game

So it′s impossible not to have me in it
It's not gangsta unless you got the G in it
It ain′t a party, that's the LBC in it
So Blazer Blunt, let's get drunk in this song
And let me grind on that beyond, baby, all night long
This the new G-Funk sound, that′s on 213
And it′s still dog pound
'Cause this DJ still get down
In a brand new Bentley (hoo)


I′ll make you do what it do, baby
I'll make you do what it do, baby
I′ll make you do what it do, baby
Look at my self, like I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
You gat me lil′ tipsy, take me higher

Spend the record, the bristles gettin' naked
Dance floor full outside, gettin' hectic
Haters get back, I′m back, just accepted
A lot of mojado, love a flow, just expected
A lot of mojado, I gots to get set
Foreign old video, that little hysterectic
Y′all know, here we go, Eastside connected
Soon as my album drop, Blue City gets ejected

These suckas got it backwards, they must be dyslexic
I'm first, you second, get your freakin′ ass corrected
I'm hot, you not step back
Cause he correct the red charts, cause he die
Talk smack, nigga, get pimps lie
I′m super fly with a mix of the mad (yeah)
And I gots to win, it's the American dream
You better come on in

I′ll make you do what it do, baby
I'll make you do what it do, baby
I'll make you do what it do, baby
Look at my self, like I′m on fire
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
You gat me lil′ tipsy, take me higher

Hm-hm
Yeah
Hm-hm
Yeah