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