Roscoe Dash - I Do lyrics

rate me

Roscoe:

I have all the swag; body bag

Life's a fucking party! I'm wasted, someone call a cab

Stumbling to the car, but they keep asking for autographs

I'm going home with girls, girls, girls, yup, all of that

Tell me is it the fame or the money?

Either way these people love me; there must be something about me - stunning

Ah, everythang (I'm juiced up, I know the truth stuff)

Cause everything I do is just actually too much

For y'all niggas

Oh yeah and I'm awesome over all niggas

Motherfucking dimes, I can't even see you small niggas

So pardon me (please)

I don't mean to brag

But I just spent 40,000 yen on these jeans I have

On baby

Oh yeah, money long, baby

You should smear your makeup on the waistline of my draws

I mean, uh, you can be the inspiration for my next song

Just motherfucking do it; me and buns jimmy johns

I'm the bomb dot com

Shout out to my mom

It's been a long time coming and we still going strong

We winnin; can't let up

Cause once these clowns forget us

It's gonna take a lifetime trying to make them unforget us

So I'm gonna represent us, from start and to the finish

I work hard to pay off

Ball; I gets the play off

You used to ball too, until you got laid off

Back in 95s, damn I bet that's chaos

Life's about lessons, sit back and watch me teach

Like a game of badminton, I'm so out of reach

I'm at the finish line, givin my winning speech

It goes: ahem , um-

Fuck all y'all who said I couldn't do it!

I hope every time you club or drive you forced to hear my music

You're so cubic; I'm so coolest

Got your girlfriend playing nudest

I'm, with no script; but, I don't trip

Trust me I give a bat pri sa , means like aristocats

No lady and the tramp, but they were gifted cats

We tripled that

I used to have problems, until I learned to deal

I was taught to stay positive and always keep it real; and I do

I do, I do, I do, I do,

Oh, oh, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do

Chorus :

I was taught to always keep it real it when I do

what I do, and I do, and I do, and I do, and I do (3x)

Do It

K La :

Stumblin in the elevator, drifting down the highway

Drunk texted all my numbers; don't know who the fuck is calling

Feeling extra reckless; I could probably use some counseling

It's a party at the condo, I don't really feel like talking

Feel like killing the party in diesel jeans and Air Jordans

And pissing off all the bitches who wish that they could afford them,

See, um, don't brag a lot

Cause when you have a lot

You don't talk about it

You just laugh a lot

And you just: walk it out, pop it out, and stock it out

But ya'll bitter bitch ass haters don't know what I'm talkin bout

Do you? Cause I do The best I can

me and my crew the best of friends

And the niggas that ride for me will put to sleep the best of mens

Stay in your place, pass the ace, and put a smile back on your face

Cause it's a blessing to be next to the best dressed bitch up in this place

But I failed to mention that, um, I do this shit

While you other candy-coaters on that cardboard box of goober shit

I rap & sing and do it on a brand new box of .. shit

And if you ask my haters, probably tell you: I'm a super bitch

Yeah, uh huh, that's cause I do this shit

Cause I do it so right, and I do it so good

And I do it just like I said I would

Cause I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do

I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do

I was taught to always keep it real it when I do

what I do, and I do, and I do, and I do, and I do (2x)

What I'm Supposed To Do

Thanks to Manisha for correcting these lyrics