Dooinit - Intellectual

[Intro]

Keep on (Chka-chka-chka, uh, uh)

Keep on (Chka-chka, uh, uh)

Keep on (Chka-chka-chka, uh, uh)

Keep on (Chka-chka, uh, uh)

Keep on (Chka, uh, uh)

Keep

[Verse 1]

Motherfucker, move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack

As miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack

Bruise rap, I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged

Something different from these hollerin', gruntin' niggas

This is business strictly, step to my business is risky

'Specially when you as bitch as Missy

Back-to-back LPs that sound the same

I surround the game with a four-pounded brainstorm

To make niggas dance in the rain

Scared to take a chance in the game

Used to breakdance, it's a shame

What money do to a nigga brain (What?)

If he lose his soul, what did a nigga gain?

[Chorus]

Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it

Yeah, I am doin' it

Doin' it, I am doin' it

C-O-double-M-O to the N (What?)

Doin' it-it (Yeah), do-doin' it-it

I am doin' it

C-O-double-M-O to the N, ya heard?

[Verse 2]

My train of thought is that of a hustler or a nigga with his shirt off

Tryin' to get his work off to customers

I rap with a chip on my shoulder

Squeezing Coronas, see shirts say, "We gotta get over"

That jiggy shit is over, the war is on

I only want to be a soldier, I'm holdin' on to a culture

Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark

For niggas flooded with ice, my thought's the ark

Performin' warmin' arts with some shit for the heart

Don't fuck with radio, ignorin' the charts

I could give a fuck what you made in a year, nigga, you wack

A soft nigga on a hard track, in this new rap

Generation, I X cats like a Muslim

He fell off 'cause I pushed him

Let his Bentley and his weak crew be his cushion

I catch him on the streets in front of bodyguards and rush him

[Chorus]

Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it (Yeah)

I am doin' it (Yeah)

Doin'-in' it, I am doin' it

The C-O-double-M-O to the N (What?)

Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it

I am doin' it

I'm the C-O-double-M-O to the N, ya heard?

[Verse 3]

You wasn't sayin' you was a thug before Pac came

Ten years ago, you had a high top tryin' to be like Kane

Then Snoop released and it became a G thang

Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs

Niggas ain't hate you, they ain't payin' you no attention

In a circle of faggots, your name is mentioned

With six degrees (You what?), I separate MCs

From a businessman that's good (Uh)

From a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood

From what a nigga says to what's understood

Keep my shit tight like them boys in The Wood (Yeah)

Dick is always hard like the boys in the hood

Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi

At the crib, some cats give me the cold eye

I'ma bitch-slap the next one

Let him know the world is my section

To take it, you gotta use aggression

[Chorus]

Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it

I am doin' it

Doin'-in' it, I am doin' it

C-O-double-M-O to the N (What?)

Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it

I am doin' it

I'm the C-O-double-M-O to the N (N), ya heard? (Yo)

[Outro]

I'm the C-O-double-M-O (Yo)

I'm the C-O-double-M-O

Doin' it-it, I am doin' it

The C-O-double-M-O to the N