Just Do It Lyrics - World Party - Goodie Mob

Well, I'm just gonna tell you 

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it 

And all that acting you doing, we see through it 

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it 

Now I say my rap reflect the enemy 

Passion and positive energy 

Y'all talk about killing, it don't surprise me 

Tripping 'bout a nigga, don't judge me wisely 

But I ain't 'bout to holler or scream at you 

You can look in my eyes and tell what I'd do 

I'm a charge at niggas and you know I'm true 

But goddammit, fuck nigga this one for you 

I know how it go, I done been out there before 

Heard it's goddamn time to blow 

Stomping niggas down till they don't want no more 

Trying to get some Polo's straight out the store 

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Some gone, some just can't let it go 

I might laugh and joke but I'll let a nigga know 

I'm the same motherfucker from 84 

And I still do it in the aftershow 

And I don't like to feel like I'm being tried 

I ain't bullet-proof, plenty nigga done died 

But I damn sho' ain't finna go and hide 

I got one on me and I'm down to ride 

I ain't trying to say I got all the game 

I got fame but a million I can't claim 

So respect me playa and I'll do the same 

But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim 

Well, I'm just gonna tell you 

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it 

And all that acting you doing, we see through it 

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it 

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The revolution has begun 

Handle your business playa 

Devoted to the game and dope 

Cut-throat ways will get you paid in full 

Pull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quick 

Slick it's like a porn flick 

Umm, imagine having money so big 

It makes you look like a pig 

Get your big behind 

You remind me of swine with your fat nose 

Stuck in your pose and thread bed that shawty 

Lame with your game, put it all on the table 

Got your label and your fast cars 

And your bodyguard looking hard 

Throwing your cheese, for them rats its snacks 

I'm like a egg bout' to hatch, Tony, horny, I'm macaroni 

Commercialize suckers looking like busters 

I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking team 

Spark in the night, umm, we 'bout to fight 

Haters, come and say that shit 

Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together 

How the fuck, ever you want it, get to it, Swats 

Well, I'm just gonna tell you 

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it 

And all that acting you doing, we see through it 

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it 

The streets making you feel like a real G 

But we Georgia finest, our Fulton County fleet 

You still putting thangs up in your mouth 

'Cause you been pacifired, since you was knee-high 

All your life in school, that's the reason 

Why you couldn't learn nothing? 

Runt, at the tender age of 18 

Books no longer hold your attention span 

Short term but you can sho' enough count that green 

Something you just can't coach 

Don't sing it, bring it 

I usually caught me at least one fool a game 

You can only phanthom pain, I don't have to 

But don't let me get on a case of this drank 

Leak to my heart, elevate to my brain 

Make you wanna walk that plank 

You'd better swim motherfucker 

'Cause bullshit don't float, you are what you eat 

See you remind of this goat 

That I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin 

Curbing over some yellow rice, you can't do shit 

Might as well hit the graveyard shift 

Somewhere at McDonalds or Burger King 

Grab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody cares 

And we do assholes that grip leather chairs 

Well, I'm just gonna tell you 

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it 

And all that acting you doing, we see through it 

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it 

I used to hang out, smoke out, fuck out, bang out 

Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took out 

On the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feet 

Left em' out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks 

Never speaking, busting, breaking brains 

Berettas brought the rain back and forth 

Trigger action, snatch it up, load it up 

Hit the door, gotta call, yo' he at the mall 

Fuck it all, hit 'em one, two, three times 

I was scared the first shot 

But liked the second and third 

Left him hollering and screaming 

Dreaming for another chance to live 

Had it up yesterday but today its mine 

Bust your ass one more time 

For the niggas on the grind, so go and hide 

Well, I'm just gonna tell you 

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it 

And all that acting you doing, we see through it 

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it