What I Do Songtext
von Webbie

(This really what I do) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, do (what I do)
(This is really me, this really what I do) don′t wanna, don't wanna be, don′t wanna be
(Don't wanna be, man) (this really what I do) do (what I do)
(This is really me, this really what I do) (I do it) do (what I do)

I stay holdin' on a big tree
Pants on my knees, yeah, this is me
And all my glasses cost least three
So money, money, money, that′s all I see
Actually, I′m a little hood trendsetter, I'm tellin′ ya I'm so unique
I ain′t think 'bout nobody tryna sue me I′m well off, nigga, fell off

Who? Me? Oh, hatin' ass fags, you gon' end up in a bag
Gon′ trust y′all niggas, fuck y'all sue me
I′m stuck up in da streets like a nigga glued me
Man, I'll have hittas everywhere you be
Ole′man ain't hoopin′ with 'cha man, you gon' end up lookin′ stupid
Nigga, promise, nigga tryna fool me
Get ′cha stupid motherfucker like Bruce Lee
Quarter back sneak start throwin' Ozzie


(This really what I do) (what I do) do, (this really what I do) (what I do) do
(This is really me) (me)
(This really what I do) (what I do), (This really what I do) (what I do)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (this really what I do)
(This is really me) (me)
(This really what I do) (what I do) do

I do this shit, I thought you knew this shit
I′ll take a mil' dollars and been done blew that bitch
Big head, bitch heads, that′s all I get
And this crazy ass G-shit is all I spit
Me and fake little niggas we just don't mix
And these broke little niggas, man, I just can′t fix
They be all up on a nigga no matter where I get
That's why I stompin' on these bitches like dey ain′t shit

Give me bitch, naw, you don′t wanna take that risk
'Cause we trill niggas, man, we don′t beef over dicks
We gotta creep on list and I can promise ya this
Pussy ass nigga you don't wanna make that bitch
I gon′ play that shit you better weigh that shit
And if it ain't the whole thang, I′ma take that bitch
I ain't the trillest motherfucker, man, who say that shit?
Pokin' holes in these hoes tattoo that bitch


(This really what I do) (what I do) do, (this really what I do) (what I do) do
(This is really me) (me) yeah, yeah, yeah
(This really what I do) (what I do), (This really what I do) (what I do) do
(This really what I do) (what I do) do, (this is really me) (me)
(This really what I do) (what I do) do

Man, diss me, who you think this is? One of them pussy ass niggas on MTV Cribs
Gotta crib like u see up on MTV Cribs, thug out our house and live where I live
Bitch, nigga, you don′t really live, how I live and get the feelin′ damn near everywhere I chill
Millionare, my little brother got killed, my big brother up in jail

Bitch, you don't know how that feel
Came up got rich haters broker than a bitch
′Cause they hatin' on a nigga you know how that′s is
Better stay up in ya place and remember what I say
When I tell you shit you don't wanna try this here
Savage live style you couldn′t even buy this here
Priceless more than money, I put that on trill
Got my mind on bills and got my house on wheels
And my bitch on heels and my wrist on chill

(This really what I do) (what I do) do, (this really what I do) (what I do) do
(This is really me) (me) yeah, yeah, yeah
(This really what I do) (what I do), (this really what I do) (what I do) do
(This really what I do) (what I do) do, (this is really me) (me)
(This really what I do) (what I do) do

(This really what I do) (what I do) do, (this really what I do) (what I do) do
(This is really me) (me)
(This really what I do) (what I do), (This really what I do) (what I do) do
(This really what I do) (what I do) do, (this is really me) (me)
(This really what I do) (what I do) do