The Do Do lyrics

Artist  : Dj Butter 
Song : The Do Do



 Send "The Do Do" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ Kon Artis, Obie Trice







Ha, ha, ha, ha



Yo what up, its Essman Spectrogams, my man



Kon Artis, Obie Trice, Denaun Porter



DJ motherfucking Butter, shit happens



That's right, 2000-2001, D-Tweezy







[Kon Artis]



Knockout blows, mics get torn, out the frame
without metronomes



Niggaz want money, we send they ass home



Without cab fare after my dick get blown



The sign says no smoking so we smoke



The bill come after we eat so we break out



Loudmouth at the lunatic house 



With a bunch of Looney Tunes that'll go right in
your mouth



We the reason for split wigs, blood puddles shot
up dead



Baby momma with no daddys and 8 kids, criticize
this



Ya'll all can drink elephant piss and eat shit



Guess you didn't listen the first time



What am I supposed to do, keep wasting my talent
on battle raps



Fuck that, I do this for Bugz



The only battling I do is when I'm shooting up
clubs 



DJ Butter, Obie Trice, shit can happen,
D-Twezzy







[Obie Trice]



Aye yo I spit through the music equipment



I talk shit to your chicks like I was intestines
son of a bitch



I lay ya flat like Charlie Batch the
quarterback



Getting sacked by that lineman, we feeling this
asscrack



O Trice the famed faggot I'm passed that



I'm out for the ass cap literally



Bust a slug in your right cheek



From these verbal tethlon that motherfuckers
speak



I run the blocks with a slew of freaks



That love jacking niggas to accumulate heat



Accommodate them bitches with the seats



Strip ya car empty sit it on the street



I hope ya got ya policy back, no apoligy for
that



DVD that was snatch, niggas catch wooden bats



Loose steel gats, juvenile thugs running up in ya
flat



Fuckin with us, you need aspirin for the act



Its an outcold feeling in hearing ya fibula
crack



Obie trice and Kon Artis the hardest



Regardless, flawless



That's why Butter brought us



Butt ugly bitches wanna record us



And be sugar mommas and take us off the corner



Shit happens