I Do This Songtext / Lyric

The homies say I'm the truest

The bitches think I'm the cutest

The definition what cool is

Boy, I thought you knew this

Bitch I do this

Now I prefer women with some sexy toes

With no corns but enjoys eating vegetables

Seem like everybody love the role of assholes

But I'm feeling better being crowned with some bad hoes

Mr. Michael of Amish yo speaking

Fedora on the top, the black Abraham Lincoln

I hear they fell in love with my penis

Only concerned with my balls like Venus

Huh, they say I'm rolling like a big shot

Kama Sutra missionary, fuck shit up on top

I'm big time, Flavor Flav on a wristwatch

And all these chickens want that rooster, call it Big Cock

Co-co-co-cock that, aim and shoot that sure shot

U-N-I, T.D.E. be doing it so go head and hop

On that bandwagon of my genitals, not new to me

I'm still serving broads on my tip for gratuity

The homies say I'm the truest

The bitches think I'm the cutest

The definition what cool is

Boy, I thought you knew this

Bitch I do this

Bitch I do this

Bitch I do this

The definition what cool is

Boy, I thought you knew this

Bitch I do this

Oh Lord, here he come, there they go again

Kendrick got my cover fire, bitch I'm going in

Burn a swisher up, then I roll again

Ee-Jay and Weezy, just make sure that dough keep rolling in, hah!

Got the world going crazy

Big chrome .380 if a nigga try and play me

chauffeur got me car-pooling

So when it come to stunting, bitch I do it

Never been like you or wanted to be, I do me

She found out that I'm in a group, now she's a groupie

Don't need a watch that's full of diamonds to know that it's perfect timing

We be shining blue and brown and got that golden Gucci

Yeah, keep it simple stupid, all I see is trendy all around me

T.D.E. the movement, we Sore Losers out of Dallas County

Country accent, city fashion

, lights are flashing on the cameras

Hoes are choosing me cause hating we ain't, pimping, keep our balance

These hoes want to love me man

So I'm like, what up? Uh what up?

Uh, bitch I do this remix stupid, fire burning, people looting

That's the chaos, comes from K. Dot

and hanging nooses

Chunking deuces, then drop one, dropping music and I won

Call me hot or call me Pac,

every eye on me and it's obviously

I'm close as next to kingdom come, I just run my city dude

You just make your city run, they hate to be next to you

Tables turn, say you earn rights to be the God MC

I'm bout to make that halo burn, goddamn that's some irony

I am the messiah of society

Beside of Halle Berry

feed me berries in Paris, oui-oui

I carry on a great endeavor, ambition leave all men grief

Like beliefs of Mason Betha,

reporting from C-P-T motherfucker

The definition what cool is

Boy, I thought you knew this