You Do, I Do Lyrics - Def Squad

Yo, this ain't nothin' but rock shit 

I don't think y'all niggaz can't keep up with this 

Fuck all you motherfuckers, fuck you 

I don't think they can get with it 

There's too much shit goin' on 

Yo yo yo yo yo 

I was chillin' up, whom? Dog Deluxe 

Rockin', diamond and G with the rooftop cut 

I'ma grown man, don't got no time for games an' stuff 

I got balls that'll beat ya ollets 21 rough 

Look at my face, Doc's the name, don't forget it 

I makes ya make ya scream, "Bow" 

Like my name's Willie, I get sick with it 

Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up 

Before yo' stink bitch bit it 

I betta clippin' crap that y'all cats is black 

A prays if the eight jacks so send neck through facts, reservoir 

Ja Ja go ball when I was four 

Explore whores, when Rock came to the door 

You never seen before, life to your hood 

My steady shows leave niggaz vexed like Rosewood 

When I drop the filth weather, bigga built 

Our dog fucked the shit outta bitch, of Tiger Mill 

You drinkin', I'm drinkin' 

You smokin', I'm smokin' 

You freakin', I'm freakin' 

You fuckin', we fuckin' 

You fucked up, we fucked up 

We make it, we take it 

You hate me, I hate you 

You talk shit, I talk shit 

In a flash I be the E, cat an' mouse and cash 

Not many ballin' niggaz out there, can touch my stash 

Or touch the S-class, thefive double O sittin' on Pirelli's, chrome 

The big two O, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep 

For all ya fake dues, I'm the only show that peeps 

Last week I was uptown, playin' the streets 

Step upon 1-5-fifth and get [Incomprehensible] 

That's when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her bitch 

There was a time if I ain't doin' that, I ain't doin' shit 

I might go to the studio and make a hit 

I call my baby's moms, an hear her talk shit 

I scoop, I ain't get my kids, niggaz please 

We hit Toys are Russ and then Micky D's 

And go to a movie, the end today, and talk to 'em 

And take 'em back around away, and that's real 

You drinkin', I'm drinkin' 

You smokin', I'm smokin' 

You freakin', I'm freakin' 

You fuckin', we fuckin' 

You fucked up, we fucked up 

We make it, we take it 

You hate me, I hate you 

You talk shit, I talk shit 

Well it's the sly Gemini, me and Potatoe cuttin' drops 

Have the guy, well known but still just gettin' by 

And I verify mathematics don't lie, nigga 

Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie 

It be the niggaz that don't immediate pertain to the situation 

That we tryin' to come up off the chips, and niggaz makin' 

And always worried if I'ma diss you, you insecure bitch 

To the government, stay out my shit 

Niggaz was glad when I came with the keys to the chains 

To the cell block to the stage, now it's time to rock 

I return like I never left, D E F, got the whole world gaspin' for breath 

We got these hoes spread it out like mustard, I ask Flava and Chop 

They said, "Yo, don't trust it", no, no no no