E-40 - Do What You Know Good Lyrics
[e-40]Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongueSmell good, prada bag, angel perfume cologneIm tryin to have me that, lipstick by macMake like a car accident, hit her from the backMy fetti might be salty but my game aint damp, see I be hood(? )But the only cheese I ever had, was from the goodsAnd man that was divided among (? ) brothers and sistersRaised without a dadBasically we was supposed to be have to make goodBut what we hadnt (? ) get the gat from one of my (? )On the tough, uncle bruce(? )Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pumpChickenheads squash through my hood, with good intentionsBut always end up sparkin antennas on bus benchesWatchu know, whatchu say, whats the sco?Is it a go? then you with me after the showYou smell? we hit the hotel, and knock bootsTaught me some thangs, like who? like dr. ruthHey!! (hey!!) hoe!! (hoe!!)All up in the kitchen on the flo, feel the mantraChorus: repeat 2x {sung}Do what you do good, cause you know what you know goodDo what you do good, cause you know what you know good[do what you know good][e-40]Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothesThen have the nerve to say they made it up, now thats some hoesThat aint no stickin to the rules and regulationshipThat aint no man if he cant admit he grew up on the clickOn the east they got hot dogs and pretzel standsOn the west they got tacos and burrito vansIn the south, its (? ? ) and briscuitWhat about the midwest? the midwest, dey just love to kick it!Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsorCant be seen, like bigfoot, and the loch ness monsterDialin for dollars paper route and money countersScrilla scratchin paper chasin poppin collarsChorus[singer]Do what I know goodI kick it in the hood real goodSmoke real fat big bluntsSticky-ickies to the lil krunksThirty-one double-eight-seven, thats nine-elevenAct like youre livin[e-40]I aint no captainAt the bar, signin autographs on napkinsBall til we have it all - bartender talkin aboutLast call for alcohol!Im bout to get to, mashin on that (? ? )If we dont get no mo (? ? ) throw glasses at that moesha fagAnd Im walkin up out the do, step stuck and stutterinDidnt even screw up and hit the floorIf I woulda fell, it woulda been embarassingFull of that there liquor, walked into a closetBut Im a king size nigga, baby pull my coattail! and just..Chorus
