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Mac Dre - Doin What I Do lyrics
[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
 Put it on a dub
 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 sceneMac Dre - Doin What I Do - http://motolyrics.com/mac-dre/doin-what-i-do-lyrics.html
 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]









