Slum Village do you Lyrics

Slum Village
Do You
Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit

(Elzhi)
Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
n____...

(Elzhi)

Let me attempt to spit this
a__ist this with a pen in my fist
Im scriptin Sonny Liston's lost b
Quick six whips sick clique its Slum V
We stick chicks til their extensions fuzzy
Jewerly's thick and chunky ridiculous
Like in them pictures when slick rick was a young bee...boy
And picked his gumby im comfy
Til 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 b_____
I serve n____s like the homeless mission kitchen
We're fixing chicken for the b__s free
You cant tell us we dont get this money
We keep a dollar up like richie rich's puppy
We looking for the dips with donkey's to hit
Its the Villa gorilla pimps, your chimps and monkeys b____

(T3)
Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
n____...

(T3)

When you see me in a spot never less than a dime
Yall might roll with 6 we sit with a 9
See, Im a sick rapper with a flow thats divine
Yall might flip the flow but dont flip it like mine
Yall might roll with a squad but it aint like mine
See im quick with the flow dogg im good to the go
Imma stack till i spit til i cant 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 thru the doe, then i mash on the flo
Yea I keeps it moving like the local D.O.T's
Keep serving these yo's with the bad tendancies
Let a n____ do his thang, s___ stop sweating me
Gone roll with a playa girl its all hustle free

Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
Cause n____ imma do me
Do You
Jeeeaaaa

(Elzhi)
But of course it be effortless we pullin up in the porshe
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 ur jems

(T3)
Can none stop this thing of ours
The ladies they fein and double team in gstrings and bras
Make em scream like electric strings guitars
Dont hate on the squad cause my n____s is stars