Do Dat Lyrics - Petey Pablo

[Intro] 

Aiyyo check this verse out 

My platinum chains, my big willy, my Mercedes-Benz 

That's right? {*laughing*} 

[Verse 1] 

Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh) 

Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu) 

You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on 

Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one. 

Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E 

Big body be for your CD- I mean, DVD 

For ya T.V in ya head beats, in ya back seat 

Haha, y'all think I'm mean 

Runnin round talking bout the shit that you be talking bout 

How you the drug game sold up and locked down 

John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody 

Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it 

You shouldn't be shouting out them bodies you buried 

Nine millimeters and Techs and them AK47's 

Illegal weapons you talking bout you snucked in the club 

You got so many guns 

Tell me why you rappers steady getting robbed 

I got two more verses for you (huh) 

this ain't just to an individual person 

These questions here for all of ya 

[Hook] 

I can write a song without ice, bitches, and cars 

can you mutha fuckas do dat? (DO DAT?!) 

I can blaze a track without bustin a gat at a cat 

can you mutha fuckas do dat? (DO DAT?!) 

[Chorus 2x] 

Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit 

When the radios in the club get to pumpin this 

And they start to finding out what what rappin really is 

[Verse 2] 

Verse 2, now that you know what the song's about 

y'all probably cussin me out 

You gonna listen to it anyhow 

Lets talk about somebody like Eskimo 

Rentin they jewelry from Jacob and don't think we know 

You got a platinum piece but your chain is plain white gold 

After the video it got to go back to the store 

That's Crazy, talkin bout some shit you don't own 

Oughta be ashamed of yourself 

Yo, don't they call that frontin, holmes? 

You ain't Jigga, Nigga 

Nor can you spin like Puff 

And got a cash money deal 

So what's your Big Willy talk for? 

I get so excited man, your track got me leapin 

Then you start rhyming and *Yawn* I get sleepy 

[Chorus] 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 

It's a sad situation, record labels buggin out 

'cause they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about (Whoa!) 

Yeah that's crazy and you think about it baby 

Only thing that changed in yo rhyme was ya date "2000" 

Oh that shit is hot, put that on the album 

You heard it with my man kick that shit (??) 

Loud and proud, nigga swear he be throwin down 

Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth 

I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right 

No more muthafuckin sound alikes! 

Sound-a-like (Mobb Deep!) Sound-a-like (Jay-Z!) Sound-a-like (B.I.G.!) 

And we don't need no more please! 

[Chorus]