Doey Rock To The Moon Lyrics

Gang Gang!!

Man I don't feel a certain way about no certain cat
I'm just trying to get paid, throw a few drop tops back
Man I prep the food, cook it, and taste it
Got talent for reasons, I don't question man, God delayed it
What I'm serving aint leftovers
They call me the west coast hova
No sir, I'm the first coming of Doe, sir
Shirley Odens baby boy got a gun the barrell is smoking
Used to do donuts in Novas, wild and hopeless
Now I do laps around wak emcees and choke 'em
Bleed blocks dry, break bread with block soldiers
Trying to get my dudes off of them corners
Show 'em a path, let them walk it how they want to
Yeah I talk that, and on top of that I'll show you
Top dog hard to top that, certain s___ aint meant for you
Let me recop, reload it, still c___y, more explosive
Hat c___ed to the right, on white Jordans

Chorus:
Baby girl rewind that, I'm 'a post right behind that fine a__
Get the math on, align that, soon as she holla' back I'm 'a fly that plane to the moon

Baby girl rewind that, I'm 'a post right behind that fine a__
Get the math on, align that, soon as she holla' back I'm 'a fly that plane to the moon

Young blacks watch him and copy his motion
Watch me I'll show you how to create a movement
Won't prop me in a box, Sasquatch, I fight through it
Beauty and the beast, dirty life makes beautiful music
Hustlers speech, man I speak that fluent
I adapt like Vodka when you add juice to it
Still trying to stretch the money, I'm getting to it
Got my sucker-free goggles on, I can see right through 'em
Think the sunshine, I'll bring the darkness of night to 'em
Gang Gang, California smell the rain brewing
Drizzling, my adreneline pumping, the air getting thick
Peddaling, my energy up a little bit
By now the average dude would have quit
I just hit the left lane, shift kit, I am a classic
Juggarnaut, get it til the sun come, I aint jurrasic
Bars later, look at him still gassing, I'm the one

Chorus:
Baby girl rewind that, I'm 'a post right behind that fine a__
Get the math on, align that, soon as she holla' back I'm 'a fly that plane to the moon

Baby girl rewind that, I'm 'a post right behind that fine a__
Get the math on, align that, soon as she holla' back I'm 'a fly that plane to the moon

I grind hard to an iND tune
Man I love a chick in nice high heeled shoes
Like a light skin, kinda dark, little attitude
Montana Express'll take 'em straight to the moon
Bass thunder in the chest, feel it when the thunder bass
Hit the speaker box, 'trone shots for the crew
Handcuff 'em? No, mouthpiece got them glued
The flow outta reach, outta norm
Doey who?
Rock, b____, this is oxygen, I'm that dude
He can put words together, but none like this fool...

Gang Gang!!