Do What You Know Good (feat. Leviti)

Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue

Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne

I'm tryin to have me that, lipstick by Mac

Make like a car accident, hit her from the back

My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp, see I be hood (?)

but the only cheese I ever had, was from the goods

and man that was divided among (?) brothers and sisters

Raised without a dad

Basically we was supposed to be have to make good

but what we hadn't (?) get the gat from one of my (?)

on the tough, Uncle Bruce (?)

Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump

Chickenheads squash through my hood, with good intentions

but always end up sparkin antennas on bus benches

Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'?

Is it a go? Then you with me after the show

You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots

Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth

HEY!! (HEY!!) HOE!! (HOE!!)

All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra

Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good

Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good

(Do what you know good)

Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes

then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes

That ain't no stickin to the rules and regulationship

That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click

On the East they got hot dogs and pretzel stands

On the West they got tacos and burrito vans

In the South, it's (??) and briscuit

What about the Midwest? The midwest, dey just love to kick it!

Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor

Can't be seen, like Bigfoot, and the Loch Ness Monster

Dialin for dollars paper route and money counters

Scrilla scratchin paper chasin poppin collars

Do what I know good

I kick it in the hood real good

Smoke real fat big blunts

Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks

Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven

Act like you're livin

I ain't no Captain

At the bar, signin autographs on napkins

Ball til we have it all - bartender talkin about

"Last call for alcohol!"

I'm bout to get to, mashin on that (??)

if we don't get no mo' (??) throw glasses at that Moesha fag

and I'm walkin up out the do', step stuck and stutterin

Didn't even screw up and hit the floor

If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarassing

Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet

But I'm a king size nigga, baby pull my coattail! And just.