Slum Village Do You Lyrics

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If you ain't feelin' me, may just walk away
Is all I doin', what more can I say
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, *****

Let me attempt to spit this
Assist this with a pen in my fist
I'm scriptin' Sonny Liston's lost be
Quick six whips sick clique it's Slum V

We stick chicks 'til their extensions fuzzy
Jewelry's thick and chunky ridiculous
Like in them pictures when Slick Rick was a young bee
Boy, and picked his gumby I'm comfy
'Till you insist you'll take my existence from me

Clack, click, the clip spits buddy
I place you in ditches like Egyptians
That stitched mummys, your limpin' bloody
I serve *****s like the homeless Mission kitchen
We're fixin' chicken for the bums free

You can't tell us we don't get this money
We keep a dollar up like Richie Rich's puppy
We looking for the dips with donkey's to hit
It's the Villa gorilla pimps, your chimps and monkeys *****

If you ain't feelin' me, may just walk away
Is all I doin', what more can I say
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, *****

When you see me in a spot never less than a dime
Y'all might roll with 6 we sit with a 9
See, I'm a sick rapper with a flow that's divine
Y'all might flip the flow but don't flip it like mine

y'all might roll with a squad but it ain't like mine
See I'm quick with the flow Dogg I'm good to the go
I'mma stack till I spit 'til I can't go broke
I want the Benz, the Range, I want it all, I want gold

Then I dips in the whips with the chicks in the clothes
'Cause I chill with the chicks who be the centerfolds
Then I creep to the mo, with a freak on the low
Then I come through the doe, then I mash on the flo

Yeah, I keeps it movin' like the local D.O.T's
Keep serving these yo's with the bad tenancies
Let a ***** do his thang, **** stop sweatin' me
Gone roll with a playa girl its all hustle free

If you ain't feelin' me, may just walk away
Is all I doin', what more can I say
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause ***** I'mma do me
Do you, Jea

But of course it be effortless we pullin' up in the Porsche
Medallion the size of a horse on my necklace
We done it again, done got under your skin
We come hot like a gun pop running you jems

Can none stop this thing of ours
The ladies they fein' and double team in g strings and bras
Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars
Don't hate on the squad 'cause my *****s is stars

Do you
Do you
Do you
Detroit Deli (A Taste of Detroit) Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Zoom
  • 2 Do You
  • 3 Dirty
  • 4 Late 80's (skit)
  • 5 Selfish
  • 6 Closer
  • 7 Old Girl / Shining Star
  • 8 Keep Holding On
  • 9 It's On
  • 10 The Hours
  • 11 Things We Do
  • 12 Count the Ways
  • 13 Reunion


  • Written by: R. Altman Iii, Eric Breed, Jason Powers, Roger Troutman, James Yancey
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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