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
then I strapped on my firearm Grab my Pelle Pelle cuz I wanna look fly when I die But it ain't my turn to say goodbye How do I know? Some people call
shut up nigga! [comedy skit] "I wanna ask you one question If I had some nuts, hangin on the walls, what did I have honey?" I said, "Darling you'd have
the game. I be dreamin' bout hoes and doin' them loud shows, Shirtless, that's why I started to personal train. Dog, personally maine, I'm a person that
do this with no discussion Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin' Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason With no profanity, but what can I say Yo Dre [Dr.Dre: What
a Benz when I wish I could park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime I drive down, wish I'll spark one, for you and 'Pac
the Bay And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga? JT, another boss from the Bay And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker [Nina
(feat. Mac Minister) [Chorus: sung by Tracey Nelson] Walkin down the street, in my All Stars In my, khaki suit, doin what +I+ do Walkin down the street
duckin you niggaz So what I'ma do, I'ma not fuck wit you niggaz See this the bay mayne, Romper Room, neva on no funny shit Do it in the street, I'll show you what
you to want do Do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to
I touched a microphone I knew I had this gift to uuuh Make a million, stop coke dealing So I got wit Mac Dre, we got paper to make I did a 7 song EP But
like d's on v's I'm sweatin bullets, I'm an ex-con out on parole What the fuck was I thinkin, I'm out of control I'm at the Romp House and I'm huffin
(feat. Da Unda Dogg, Jamar, Mac Mall, Naked, Reek Daddy, ) [Mac Dre] I be that cold crest creeper, stompin' and rompin' Puttin' the crest on the map
They stab this nigga, I'm mad this nigga Didn't have nothin in his pockets when I ran through em My plans is ruined, what is it I'm doin? Link's on the
in Tacoma I blew bomb till I was in a coma And in Seattle my partner Chilly Chill Got that purple leaf dank that really real I'm global, boy, I be travellin
(feat. Young Dru) [Mac Dre Talkin] Ugh Wha wha What is it Yeah Yadidaholla Do you know whadddiholla (do you know what I holla?) Yeah, the itty bitty
