Mac Dre

Doin What I Do

Mac Dre


[Intro] 
Yea, yes, yea, yes, mmhmm 
Mac Dreezy, Mac Dreezy (who) 
I'm back baby 
Oh boy where ya been 
I'm back 
Boy where ya been 
Check it 

[Mac Dre] 
I'm out the roof of a old school 
Trynna campaign 
Smokin' champagne 
Doin' the damn thang 
Now this a damn shame 
How these smurf's hate 
But these Gilligan's been trippin' since my first tape 
Well here's another knock 
Dope as a hover rock 
For you to bump while you sidin' through the parkin' lot 
After the club 
Pull it on a dove 
Hollerin' at hutches that's trynna get dug 
Out, drout on niggaz like me 
M to the D from the R-O-M-P bo billy 
Usin' gangsta scare tactics 
Tennis shoe pimpin' in my Nike Air Max's 
Back on the street after 5 in the slammer 
I'm lookin' saucy somebody get a camera 
Oh, you mad 
I ain't mad at you 
I thought you knew 
I'm just doin' what I do 

[Chorus x2] 
I'm doin' what I do (This is what I do) 
Bitch don't get mad if I'm not fuckin' wit you (I ain't fuckin' wit you) 
Or fuckin' wit you (Damn sure I ain't fuckin' wit you) 

[Mac Dre] 
She heard the 15's knock when I hit the block 
Then I hopped out butter and she had to jock 
I'm a ho magnet 
Heat I'm gon' pack it 
Doe I'm gon' stack it 
Lick I'm gon' jack it 
On the scene 
Always smokin' green 
In the pen I had CO's bringin' me the damn thing 
It's yo niggidy (It's yo niggidy) 
Mac Drigidy (Mac Drigidy) 
Back in the V look at me I'm livin' free 
No parole 
I can choke a ho 
Get mail, post bail, and they gon' let me go 
I'm here to let you know 
This as real as it gets 
I'm makin' hunks and chunks 
Don't fuck wit kibbles and bits 
Big face, hundred dollar bills 
Got me, straight face 
Gunnin' for the skrill 
I'm runnin' wit the P.O 
Goin' for 2 
Wit the double R crew 
Doin' what I do 

[Chorus x2] 

[Mac Dre] 
Mac D-R-Ebonics 
Dope as chronic 
Put it to a beat and make it stank like vomit 
Boy I'm a foo-el (foo-el) 
Human jew-el (jew-el) 
At the studie turnin' blunt into do-bells 
Wit D-Con cuz he keep the bomb 
And the Crest Side be the turf where we from (Crest Sida) 
I'm a hustla 
Straight chip getta 
And she gotta pay for Dre to get wit her 
No doe ho 
Leave me alone 
I'm in the drop wit the Cali sun heat in my dome 
Feelin' like a movie star when I slide 
They know who the hell we are when we ride 
It's Country Club Crest Side crew 
Actin' some fools 
Potna doin' what the fuck we do 
Gorilla gurpin' 
Stay out the way boy 
And bow down when you see Mac Dre boy 

[Chorus x2]