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    "Imma Do It" Lyrics

    feat. Kobe

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    [Chorus]
    The block got my back, and my boys do too
    And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
    Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
    Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
    Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
    Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

    I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
    Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
    I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
    drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

    [Verse 1]
    Yeaah, feeling just like JFK
    In the city that little fly like JFK
    Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya
    If looks can kill then my style might bother ya

    That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia
    When she say hi to ya, Ba-ba-bye to ya
    Make it sound like saudia
    Arabia, maybe ya haters ya
    Watch what he say to her, Ya think
    I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck
    My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck

    [Chorus]
    The block got my back, and my boys do too
    And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
    Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
    Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
    Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
    Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

    I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
    Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
    I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
    drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

    [Verse 2]
    Yaa
    Who are you to tell me how to conduct myself
    Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself
    The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health
    I coulda told you that, Ya I coulda told you that
    Picture me, now I'm fly, Where is them exposures at
    Right here, on my lap that's where my composure's at
    I'm back like a gun cocked I'm so cool, that
    If go to hell, all I'll need is my sunblock
    Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck
    My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuck

    [Chorus]
    The block got my back, and my boys do too
    And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
    Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
    Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
    Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
    Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

    I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
    Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
    I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
    drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

    [Verse 3]
    I mean lets be honest
    Ya never liked a nigga
    Trying to lesbian this
    So I kept the strap on
    Clap off clap on, lights out like flights out
    You could be departed
    Never me who started
    I Lambo gallard it
    I am vehically challenged
    That means the car is retarded
    But regardless, I'm tin man, heartless
    No love hate son, looking for love get a show on VH1

    Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck
    My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck

    [Chorus]
    The block got my back, and my boys do too
    And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
    Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
    Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
    Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
    Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

    I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
    Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
    I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
    drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)
    • submitted on July 26th, 2009
    • written by John David Jackson, Khalil Abdul Rahman, D Tannenbaum, B Honeycutt
    • copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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