back to do the damn thing lyrics – fabolous

“back to do the d*mn thing”

[intro]
(“all day”) just keeps callin me man
just keeps callin me!
i’m back to do the d*mn thing
now i’m back to do the d*mn thing
{“cannon~!”} i’m back to do the d*mn thing
{“tre-tre-trendsettaz”} back to do the d*mn thing

i feel like the ex-champ back in the t*tle fight
the young contenders are lookin at me in idol light
fresh taper, waves lookin tidal tight
yea i’m in the building, like a corey lidal flight
i’m married to the streets, this is my recital right
i got the phantom drop dressed up bridal white
hehe, you know them doors are suicidal right?
sorta like they slit your wrists when i’m tryin to sit your miss
n*gg* picture this, like a kodak moment
i’m off the bullsh*t, ’bout to go back on it
and i ain’t hard to find, bet ya lojack on it
call it corn row roof, cause it go back don’t it?
i gotta get it now, ain’t no pinchin plan rappin
f*ck bein friends, save me the hand dappin
understand captain, you’ll be under land nappin
if you keep thinkin that it can’t when it can happen
ask scarface, faster than a car chase
at ya grandma’s place, lettin ar’s waste
sports coupe, not too much car sp*ce
the trunk look like desperados guitar case
if you say a thing wrong, i won’t let it string long
all i gotta do is push the b*tton like ding-dong
i don’t play the back and forth game ‘less it’s ping-pong
mike tyson flow, so i ain’t in the ring long
n*gg* you ain’t king kong, thinkin that you bit sh*t
you gon have your man sick, someone sing his theme song
my n*gg* freck plugged me in with this beijing joint
so hot, she play alaskan with a string thong
real delicate, i just call her china set
fendi fur, gucci gators, guess she like designer pets
she saw a few things, that get her v*g*n* wet
sf, g4, and it’s not a niners jet
but check the body drop, baby boy sh*ttin
but it’s just sittin, so it’s like i made a potty stop
it’s like karate chops, we be breakin bricks down
cocaine tour, i been through six towns
open with crack as the openin act
heroin headliner, stage name china
(what you call that?!) that’s what you call a trap star
i could get the kingpin charged for these rap bars

[outro]
that’s right n*gg*, we still do this sh*t
man on the street tip too man, we touch things
y’knahmean like the body shop we touch sh*t up man
get this sh*t movin man, it’s loso
big shout to that street fam, what it look like y’all?
what’s goin on brooklyn?
it’s your boy, i’m back man
we got brooklyn lookin better than ever now man
these n*gg*z can’t f*ck around man
i’m back to do the d*mn thing (“dj drama!!”)

/ fabolous lyrics