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Just Do It (Explicit) - Goodie Mob
Written by：Robert T. Barnett/Thomas Burton/Cameron Gipp/Willie Knighton/Ronald Rucker
We'll I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't bout' that talking homeboy we'll do it
And all that acting you doing we see through it
F**k hollering and screaming let's get to it let's get to it
Now I say my rap reflect the enemy
Passion and positive energy
Y'all talk about killing it don't surprise me
Tripping 'bout a niggle don't judge me wisely
But I ain't 'bout to holler or scream at you
You can look in my eyes and tell what I'd do
I'm a charge at niggards and you know I'm true
But goddammit f**k niggle this one for you
I know how it go I done been out there before
Heard its godd**n time to blow
Stomping niggards down till they don't want no more
Trying to get some polo's straight out the store
Some gone some just can't let it go
I might laugh and joke but I'll let a niggle know
I'm the same motherf**ker from '84
And I still do it in the after show
And I don't like to feel like I'm being tried
I ain't bulletproof plenty niggle done died
But I d**n show ain't Finn go and hide
I got one on me and I'm down to ride
I ain't trying to say I got all the game
I got fame but a million I can't claim
So respect me play a and I'll do the same
But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim
We ain't bout' that talking homeboy we'll do it
And all that acting you doing we see through it
F**k hollering and screaming let's get to it let's get to it
The revolution has begun
Handle your business play a
Devoted to the game and dopest cut throat ways will get you paid in full
Pull a rabbit out the hat trick magical quick
Slick its like a porn flick
Hmm imagine having money so big
It makes you look like a pig get your big behind
You remind me of swine with your fat nose
Stuck in your pose and thread bed that shanty
Lame with your game put it all on the table
Got your label and your fast cars and your bodyguard looking hard
Throwing your cheese for them rats its snacks
I'm like a egg bout' to hatch
Tony horny I'm macaroni
Commercialize suckers looking like busters
I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherf**king team
Spark in the night mummy we bout to fight
Haters come and say that sh*t
Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together
How the f**k ever you want it get to it
Swats
Pass my my nine's
We'll I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't bout' that talking homeboy we'll do it
And all that acting you doing we see through it
F**k hollering and screaming let's get to it let's get to it
The streets making you feel like a real G
But we Georgia finest our Fulton county fleet
You still putting thanks up in your mouth
Cause you been pacified since you was knee high
All your life in school that's the reason why
You couldn't learn nothing
Runt at the tender age of 18 books
No longer hold your attention span
Short term but you can show enough count that green
Something you just can't coach
Don't sing it bring it
I usually caught me at least one fool a game
You can only fathom pain I don't have to
But don't let me get on a case of this drank
Leak to my heart elevate to my brain
Make you wanna walk that plank
You'd better swim motherf**ker
'Cause bullsh*t don't float
You are what you eat
See you remind of this goat that I had
By the hairs of his shinny chin chin
Curbing over some yellow rice you can't do sh*t
Might as well hit the graveyard shift
Somewhere at MacDonald or Burger King
Grab a taste or spill over some hairs nobody cares
And we do assholes that grip leather chairs
We'll I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't bout' that talking homeboy we'll do it
And all that acting you doing we see through it
F**k hollering and screaming let's get to it let's get to it
I used to hang out smoke out f**k out bang out
Run your mouth wrong got your front tooth took out
On the spot bodies with no heads no legs no feet
Left 'em out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks
Never speaking busting breaking brains
Beretta's brought the rain back and forth
Trigger action snatch it up load it up
Hit the door gotta call yo' he at the mall
F**k it all hit 'em one two three times
I was scared the first shot but liked the second and third
Left him hollering and screaming dreaming for another chance to live
Had it up yesterday but today it's mine
Bust your ass one more time for the niggards on the grind
Now go and hide
We'll I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't bout' that talking homeboy we'll do it
