Do It Up Lyrics - No Pressure - Erick Sermon

[Erick Sermon] 

Check it out 

I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky 

Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey 

With the flavor I be kickin, dope 

Like my horoscope, a Sagittarius, no joke 

Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like Mike 

Who am I? (E.D.) Right, right 

Can you believe it, even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it 

I'm catchin wreck so beat it 

Yo I contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme 

to fit you like a pair of Calvin Kleins 

Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin 

and have the homeboys thinkin 

I'm the man of hour, of the hour 

I found He-Man, jacked him for his power (gimme that) 

Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord 

Oh my lord! 

Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X) 

Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." -> Slick Rick} 

Watch me do it up like that.. {"like.. like.."} 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yeah, E's real dope (word?) Yes indeed 

No one can stop me, ask Apollo Creed 

I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep 

like the Brady Bunch, and we all smoke the blunts 

(Word em up now) I get raw, raw like a fish market 

Mics I spark it, with the funky target 

You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me 

with the one-two, before I rush you and crush you 

I'm on a mission, like a church group called Commission 

Word-gifted, keep the crowd uplifted (yea yea) 

E Double, a nigga standin tall 

Rockin the microphone "for all of y'all" 

Word up, live on your station 

Gettin mad crowd participation, when I'm rockin the nation 

Don't forget, I'm still cock diesel 

Hoes be on me like the measles 

Chorus 

[Erick Sermon] 

Oh no it's the _End of the Road_ 

Oh my God like Wanye, today was a good day 

Word, ooh yah, I rip the mic to shreds 

Enough lyrical food to keep the Ethiopians fed 

Word em up {*pulls on a joint*} I inhale 

from the K.D. Posse, two of my homegirls 

When I rock the mic and get freaky and nasty 

People in the industry seldom ask me 

Whassup, whassup, whassup 

wit you E, ask Eddie Murphy (yea yea) 

Don't forget, to reach for the stars 

Cause I'm past that, I'm reachin for Mars, so 

peace to all those true human beings 

Hehehehe, I see you in the coliseums 

Chorus 

"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!" -> Run of Run-D.M.C. 

"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!" -> Run of Run-D.M.C. 

"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!" -> Run of Run-D.M.C. 

"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.