Who Gone Do It

[Hook - 4x]<br>Who gon do it, the way I do<br>Who gon get this bitch hot as I do, and keep it live as I do<br><br>[Dougie D]<br>First of all, look I`m in mash mode<br>Motherfuckers wasn`t even expecting, but here I go<br>You know me from the Maab, you know me from the S.L.A.B<br>Niggaz be wanting to see Dougie, show his raw naked ass<br>What about niggaz that`s hating, I don`t feel that there<br>What about niggaz that`s pressing, I kill that there<br>I`m a certified G, like a freak on with one T.V<br>I keep a click of killas, that`s stupid and all coo-coo<br>Like the way I keep it live, yeah we like that boy<br>Like the way I keep it on fire, yeah we like that boy<br>I`ma jump on the track, and ride it and keep wigging<br>Panties`ll get wet, while pads`ll get messy<br>Who gon do it like I do it, no other or nan nother<br>Dougie`ll get this motherfucker hot, like summer<br>A Guerilla Maab nigga, I represent it forever<br>Until I retire my jersey, and touch another level<br><br>[Hook - 4x]<br><br>[Dougie D]<br>God damn it, I`m on fire<br>Just as soon as I commits to speaking, the shit burn down<br>I`m a lyrical mastermind, with my punch line rhyme<br>Make a motherfucker rewind, and play it one mo` time<br>I`m a street toner scholar, game I got a lot of<br>Flipping through the city, with my chicken on my wood divider<br>Trying to get me I think nada, this beam on top of my nine-a<br>Will go on top of your noggin, and knock everything up out of it<br>Whoo, when you boys gon learn<br>When you fuck around with the fire, your ass will get burned<br>I done paid my dues daddy, so you wait your turn<br>And my mind up on my money, I don`t know bout yours<br>And I`m still riding, sliding cocked up<br>Don`t give a motherfuck, squeeze a bitch up on her butt<br>Hollin` man hold up, getting full and fucked up<br>It`s your nigga Dougie D, wrecking this bitch and getting bucked<br><br>[Hook - 4x]<br><br>[Trae]<br>Follow me inside the mind of a thugger, that`s known to slug a<br>Never gon be nan nother, that`s rougher coming out the gutter<br>I mean it and I tell you, I spit it like I`ma give it gangsta<br>For the digits these niggaz be weaker, than a fake ass wanksta<br>I`m a corner bender, on 20`s with T.V.`s<br>And the bang be knocking off they fenders, pretenders can never enter<br>To kick it with Maab related Guerillas, so niggaz hate it<br>They know that they perpetrated, they life`ll be confiscated<br>For fucking with a well known, with a weapon that`s well shown<br>Conversating on cell phones, with work to get it gone<br>I`m just doublizing, with ways to shut `em down<br>And since I shut `em down, it`s best they lay it down<br><br>[Cl`Che]<br>It ain`t nan bitch, can do it like I did it<br>Ain`t nan mo`fucker, could screw it like Screw did it<br>Or amateurs trying, to rhyme against professionals<br>That`s not fair, so bitch I dare<br>You, to even think you could do what Cl` do<br>Originar S.L.A.B. rider, coming through<br>Cl`Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to do<br>When you hating on we do, and the do is in you<br>I got a rhyme or two, and it`s just about you<br>Cause we dropping these albums, doing just what we do<br>And I ain`t, never by myself<br>I got the whole damn Southside, riding on my belt<br><br>[Hook - 4x]