Sticky Fingaz - Let's Do It lyrics

rate me

(featuring Columbo & X-1)

Fuck niggaz though it was man?

Right, right, uh-huh

I'ma holla at 'em dog

Nah mean

Got my nigga, Mike B

South suicide Queens

X-million, bout to tear it down wit my nigga

You know? Stick holla at 'em dog

[Sticky Fingaz]

I'm gettin tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all

And before they could fake and make up another one that's false

I'ma take it and break it down, so yall could knock it off

It's my call, in my corner they too soft

Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck, don't need much

But heat in the truck, weed in the dutch, beats I'm beatin 'em up

Streetsweepin 'em up, niggaz deals is suckers

More than the game, don't let the fame go to your brain

I'm still in the rain, where lives get caught in the drain

It's nothin to me, niggaz ain't fuckin wit me

I dump at your v and leave you niggaz slumped in your seat

Jump if it's beef, but wolves need somethin to eat

Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, gucci material

Bottom line, hand on my nine wit no serial

First class flights and TV's is digital

[Chorus]

You could bust guns and get it right homey

Up in the club, we came to get it gully

Smoke weed, drink henny, man get it ugly

Hard liquor for sure, cause we don't pop bubbly

Load up your steel, nigga dump it only

We don't talk, true story, all about our money

From the streets we ride, you know our style homey

If shorty wanna bounce wit us then she out homey

[X-1]

Shit, cause it's all official

Load your pistol, I ain't right and I'm sure to hit you

Shoot through walls, you could die with your bitch too

So ladies, get out the way first

You gotta be kiddin dog, I got to spray first, nigga

Turn your promotional van into a hearse

Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop, pull up in the spot

They suck cock off the strength of the watch

Lil' homey, and that's alone

Fuck you got guns for if your gats at home?

You need to have 'em on your waste like me

Run, duck, hide from the jake like me

Been around the world on fake ID

I got businesses, shot witnesses

Bottom line: X-1 is hot with this shit

[Chorus]

[Columbo]

Yo woozy, googly and cookie

Roofies and usually on two-three

Luny, disrespectful and moody

Stupid, I hate the world I'm too into me

Drink until I throw up and smoke until I tweak

Can't see me settle for less until I peak

Two milly, I'm too willy

Fifty thousand pills a week, I'm too filthy

Stocks and realty, crops and feel we

Scotch and wisky, I pop til I'm twisty

Talented and gifty, fuck til I'm limp D

I'm so empty, everybodies finish