• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• What We Do - Snoop Dogg
• What We Do - Tony Yayo
• What We Do - Royce Da 5'9''
• What We Do - Devo
• What We Do - Sauce Money
• What We Do - Ill Harmonics
• What We Do - Freeway
• What We Do - Knoc-turn'al

What is a gangsta if he ain't strapped?
And what is a gangsta if he can't scrap?
And what is a gangsta if he can't mack?
Well I can do it all baby, just like that
The grass is greener on the side I live on
Doggie Dogg and way soft, motherfucker you death, bro?
But why he on peace, If he was a beast he would've took off on the south Midwest and the east?
Chill, y'all niggas don't get and you'll probly never will. It's hard to be real
But it's easy to kill. That's probly why I keep my game on the top of the hill
They keep my name on the top of the bill while y'all lost out there, poppin' them pills
You could've been with Snoop Dogg, rockin' the bill, hop in the veele.
For real, I'm outclockin' the meal
I'm a east side nigga on these west side streets
In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
We the best thing goin', got the champagne pourin'
And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin'
I'm a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
Everything I touch I turn to big loot
This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop
All I know is that I make that shit do what it do
It's the early Berg, it's the grandest anthem
Good day LA, it's time to get back at 'em
Yea, the west coast renaissance
You could smell it in the air, feel the ambiance
And on the road to riches and fancy things
To get a little recognition, be the major bling
Get the ole 6 range, house on the hill, 40 acres in the... dollar dollar bill
Big heads in my pocket, hoes in the VI
Mack though this, scratch like a feline
Sip on the bottle mack, lick on the matua
Break it down, twist 'em up like Chicago rock
To the club, hop off, new Jays
Fitted to the back like 7 and 5-8's
I'm all fly with a fly date
I'm here to buggy, don't make me add to the crime rate
I'm a east side nigga on these west side streets
In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
We the best thing goin', got the champagne pourin'
And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin'
I'm a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
Everything I touch I turn to big loot
This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop
All I know is that I make that shit do what it do
Hoes on my nuts like screws and bolts
Fuck bein' a playa, I'm tryin' to coach
I will pick advantage if you'll let me
Have you driblin' balls like Lisa Leslie, test me
I'm gon release the heat again
You floatin' in the ocean like Lacy Peterson
Run, cuz you don't want confrontation
Masturbate Georgia, masturbatin' bitch
Ey mack we blim big
Can't be mad at young Einstein, acceleratin' the game
Nigga I'mma get mine
Lee, I'mma get mine too
Slide through with the candy paint
Light tint, like ZU. You don't know the outcome
Got the whole game locked up like Akon
We purple urkle, filet mignon
We're hitin' everything that we aimin' on
I'm a east side nigga on these west side streets
In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
We the best thing goin', got the champagne pourin'
And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin'
I'm a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
Everything I touch I turn to big loot
This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop

[Lloyd Banks:]
Uh huh GGGG G Unit
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
50 Cent
[Tony Yayo:]
New York now
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Sometimes I wake up by my bed sweatin' but it still feels like i'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a females the form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
Never thought they'd catch me slippin' now I'm duckin' and drippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin'
On records I could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through Mama Bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause cuz papa was in and out the prison
I'm a soldier, holdin' my weight on my own ya know
Its Tony Yayo
Let 'em have it
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Niggas actin' like we go back like car seats
Wait a minute pa, you ain't hard on these streets
I got some hard body bitches in a wide body coupe
That give you more stitches than an Armani suit
Since god made dirt
Dirt don't hurt
Unless you six feet deep or in the back of a hearse
Hood rats in the hood can't concentrate
Cause they see the Cardiare with the rosey face
Some hustle for clothes some hustle for sneakers
Me I got Os i'm givin' out free peices
You heard me
I'm givin' out free peices
You heard me nigga

[Commercial plays]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, still you lame, high as it be
If I'm ya highness in ya streets, I can honestly compete
Wit any nigga, feel the pain, my odessey just creeps
Peep a nigga silver chain, no diamonds in the peice
I been chillin on dog for years... now you hard
I got scars bigger in ya individual career
Who the fuck is Denaun, he don't even write rhymes
Actin like he rap harder then who - the Kon Artist is you
Now you get spoken up on how the heats on you
Nigga you must be smokin and jokin
Slim got 50, and now it's time for change
Shady lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
And you can't even stop it
Em got 50 Cent, the rest of you niggas change in his pocket
Don't you niggas see he let you come and get twisted
And you dissin me, but you niggas is unfinished business
SMUCK you niggas tryna be
On every other niggas nuts, in the industry you findin me
From Busta Rhymes to Jay-Z to Nas to ME!
Didn't see me, yet them niggas won't you to rhyme wit peeks
Niggas is HIDIN in the streets, lyin on me
It's funny, cause they paint a picture like I be in TONS of beef
Be out every night fightin, provin shit
Jealous ass niggas, I ain't gotta prove shit!
That means you could die from the felt response
Fear my next move like, Eminem huggin on Elton John
Except Y'ALL playin career Russian Roulette
There will never be another D-12 album nigga, what you bet
Who ain't eatin, I'ma start nigga on my 4th deal
I'm so full, I'm feelin fatter then Bizzare
MINUS the shower cap, and them dirty-ass Nike's
Minus the stutter, minus the ugly-ass wife
Y'all don't know what it takes to win, nigga
I'll spar up wit ya boss, we made each other show up late to the gym
So I said it - you niggas is whack
That nigga ask me my opinion, is it true, don't fall for that
Nigga step unto the turf, everybody think y'all WHACK
What you gon' write a dis record to the earth
You niggas is Shady statistics, the whole world know
Who the broke-ass crew, wit the radio hits is
Warren's niggas is takin ya pictures, you just dummy's
You less money then Slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
I know Slim see the mistakes that he made
Treatin y'all like Dre treated Hittman, and Lady of Rage
Even them niggas is smarter then y'all niggas, the cloth
That I whip my fuckin gun down, is harder then y'all
Ya hustle is over, the rhyme bout is threw
I got ya coach on the sideline, touchin his shoulder

What we do is what we do
What we do is what we do
What we do is what we do
What we do is what we do
What we do is what we do
It's all the same, there's nothing new
What we do is what we do
It's turning 'round on me and you
What we do is what we do
Just different names, it's nothing new
What we do is what we do
'Cause all we do is what we do
Gaming, praying, believing, maintaining
Texting, electing, rejecting, infecting
Eenie, meanie, meanie, meanie, minie, minie, mo
The lucky ones are gonna be the first to go
Eenie, meanie, meanie, meanie, minie, minie, mo
The lucky ones are gonna be the first to go
Eenie, meanie, meanie, meanie, minie, minie, mo
The lucky ones are gonna be the first to go
Eenie, meanie, meanie, meanie, minie, minie, mo
The lucky ones are gonna be the first to go
Don't do what I do
Just do what I say
My door does what I say
I say, "Open" And it does
My lights do what I say
I say, "On" And they snap on
My car does what I say
I say, "Start" And it jumps out
But my dog doesn't do what I say
My girl doesn't do what I say
My mind doesn't do what I say
I don't know what to do
What we do is what we do
It's all the same, there's nothing new
What we do is what we do
It's turning 'round on me and you
Stroking, hoping, dreaming, repeating
Feeding and breeding and pumping gas
Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, do it again
Feeding and breeding and pumping gas
Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, do it again
Feeding and breeding and pumping gas
Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, do it again
Feeding and breeding and pumping gas
Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, do it again
What we do is what we do
What we do is what we do
What we do is what we do

Yo,Yo Bleek man, what the fuck, Nigga
Fuck them hoes, man
Fuck them bitches, what I like?
Uh, uh,uh, uh what, what?
I bet y'all think this some love song or shit, that's a terrible mistake
I like to do twenty wild chicks, scoping my whip
Do shows across the country, get dough for my shit
Looking in the face of rappers, hopping I quit
Still spit the fly shit to keep them grousing my hits
I like to neva eva let my tounge touch in the sex
Like to exercise one a week, say fuck it the next
Like to write four whole songs, three skits a day
Talk shit with Tyrina and do hits with J
I like to write for other people, keep 'em loving a nigga
On the low love the dough between my publish and bigga
Is it wroth a million yet that's what they say now
Long distance California let me call J Brown
Hear the story of a cappa, who was first described
Do one for money Sauce keep thirst alive
Like the shit filled with fam when I invent that hit
Like to scream Roc-a-fella when and represent that shit
Just some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
Just some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
What it is, is what is, is this is, what we do?
I like to get my hustle on and make loot all day
Spit game at these chicks smoke in the hallway
Know how I feel about you right next to F
Like to shop Tom D stay fresh to def
I like to analyze jigga, man the evils is deep
Late night I hit these hoes, while their peoples asleep
I like to wake up in the afternoon religiously
I on a vow last night fuck school, I'm a spend this G
I like to tell fake thugs, man they soft as nerves
Like they drink in front of the heat and take off the skirt
Like when chicks try to make it seam to provoke me the hitter
Handle that diplomatic and try to fuck their sister
Like to stay away from hoe, I heard caught a disease
Like to do shows then hit bums of some cheese
Everything I spit blaze now, us in this week
Now, I like to grab my dick and say bitch "I'm Memphis Bleek"
Just some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
Just some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
What it is, is what is, is this is, what we do?
I like to ride shotgun, roll my dro' in the coop
Like to go gold with you and hold my guns on the stoop
Like to shoot whack rappers and get away with the crime
Like to bag shorties tried to fuck me two at a time
Like to see that bitch nigga who alarming the cops
Only reason, I pull heat in front of his mom and pops
(I neva liked that)
But if he want to front on me I'm a strike back
Niggas can neva front on bleek
I like to bows fow niggas never snuck in my click
Everybody that is related we busting they shit
Any girl I want, believe Bleek fucking them quick
I like to watch the knicks while girls sucking my dick
No sweat, I like to do sets while watching the Nets
Go to parties take my shirt off and I'm rocking my vest
I like to come through and drink Bacardi Dark in the lex
After that, Smoke weed in the park when it's wet
I like to throw henium for all my niggas who died
All my street niggas who used to rock their timbs untied
Sauce Money, Memphis Bleek what we bound to do
Forever and a day we'd like to put this down for you
I'm Sayin, that everybody like to do something ya know
You like what you like, I like what I like
Thats what we doing what we like to do
Sauce money, Memphis Bleek
(Bleek Bleek)

[Chorus:]
we rock up, we get down, we move left, we so right
we nod heads, we shake hips, we take hiphop music to the height of the night
we rock up, we get down, we move left, we so right
we nod heads, we shake hips, cause that's what we do, that's what we do
[Verse 1:]
It's the one and only lonely superstar filling up my stupid car
With some petro looking retro
While I check a burner on the metro, tighten up the Velcro
On my waisteband cause the man likes them up
And tighty fitted with stripes knitted on the arguile socks
That I rocks to fit in
To the corporate life cause it's important wifey must eat
And she ain't getting fed off of beats or ill rhymes
I climbs the ladder never been sadder man this ain't my occupation
So frustration sets in
I'm holding my grin just defending hip-hop
Whether it's clipped on or slip knot in my tie
Wondering why at work playing a jerk
My network got me going berserk
With shirt tails tucked in I've been sucked in
Where every emcee goes through cause that's what we do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
That's what we do you ask who are you?
well I be blake knight and I practice hip-hop
I arrive non-stop wearin' shorts and flip-flops
while emcees put thongs in theirs songs and get the gong
I speak life on the mic til your bones be uprockin'
I got flocks of cool cats that's knockin' on my door
wantin' more beats than I can make assembly line style
takin' awhile but each with distinctive personality
for every emcee who's hirin' me to make hits
or farewell songs for callin' it quits
its the pits, but I figure if god is usin' me
why should I run from the call of the yes, yes, y'all
so as we breakdown the uprok sound and get down
billy blanco and me commence to emcee
I'd decide to go platinum but that'd be too drastic
so at the present time i'll be content with plastic

[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
(female singer, repeated throughout the verses)
*Even though what we do is wrong...*
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter
Y'all niggaz better bundle up
And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Yes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up
Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?
And throw away the key
But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?
We still try to keep Mom...smilin'...
Cuz when the teeth stop showin' and the stomach start growlin'
Then the heat start flowin'
If you from the hood I know you feel me (Jay-Z: Keep goin'...)
If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open...and I'm-a get him (Jay-Z: Keep
flowin'...)
We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n...
But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider
If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up...
We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue but Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
'Til I...get my shit together, clean up my sins
Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'
And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mang...
Still deliver the order mang!
And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang!
I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters
4 and a halves of hash you do the math
Swing past us scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang!
[Jay-Z]
...MANG! Lemme get 'em Free
Hove never slackin' mang, zippin' in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Mang
One-time know a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, R-O-C mang
Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang
Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang...
But I gotta feed Tianna mang...
So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man
Rain...sleet, hail...snow man
Slang dough, E, hydro man...
[Beanie Sigel]
...no, B. Sige in the third lane
Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man...
Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean...
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane..."
But still I cry tears of a hustler
Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers...
That's above us, make beds for the babies
Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers
Shit I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers
Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father
That's like my brother, like same mother different father
Any problems dog know I got 'em
And still we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom sold crack in the alleyways
Still gave back Marcy a Dollar Day
Real gangstas make hood holidays
They ain't thank us but we still paid homage mang
Soul Food Sunday lookin' like Big Momma's mang
Tell the gang I never break my promise mang...mang...unnh!

Featuring Nate Dogg, Warren G, Xzibit
[Xzibit]
For My nail shop Bitches
My hair shop bitches
That don't come outside until they look vicious
My blue rag niggaz, my red rag niggaz
Let's all unite and make the west coast bigga
Bring your chrome out, shine it up
Escalades to Impalas, Line 'em up
Let's bounce to the beach with a bitch or two
You can ride my shit, let me spit for you
This California livin' is the best on earth
Throw your hands up, represent your turf
Open bar, all night drinks for free
Just sing Knoc-Turn'al from LAC
Big D, in a brand new SUV
Nate Dogg got the bomb that he passed the G
Like it's supposed to be
Like I'm close to me
Like it's planned to be
Like a Family
Come On!
[Nate Dogg] [Hook]
What we do (What We Do)
Every day (Every day)
They try to (They try to)
But they can't (But they can't)
Same bullshit (Same bullshit)
Different Day (Different Day)
Warren G (Warren G)
Can You Come Back To Me
[Warren G]
Sometime it's hard to get a grip on what's really goin' on
When your days getting dark and your nights gettin' long
And everyones tryin ta hit a piece of these streets
I got beef wit OG's, my PO and Police
Please - how can I explain to these suckas
How I made motherfucker, come off nuthin
It wasn't my fault I went platinum off the gate
Lookin at me, I'm...?
Niggaz better practice patience
Fall back and step with all that act and anxious
Thank You
And you can see it on the face of the kids
When they recognize me for all the hits that I did
Who do we love, Nigga
G Dubb Nigga
Can't stay away I make a hit each day
And just so you know nigga the hits won't stop
So I'm putting in work till I fill my spot
Come On!
[Nate Dogg] [Hook]
What we do (What We Do)
Every day (Every day)
They try to (They try to)
But they can't (But they can't)
Same bullshit (Same bullshit)
Different Day (Different Day)
Knoc-Turn'al (Knoc-Turn'al) (yay)
Can You Come Back To Me
[Knoc-Turn'al]
Everybody want to know what's crackin wit Knoc-Turn'al
Ghetto Street narrator with an LA journal
Niggaz Got 6 4's hot enough to hop hurtles
On G's it's the colour purple with a tight circle
Difference is in the have and have nots
We have eaten, you have not
Blast and stuff glocks back and stash spots
Ass, tits, and hips, she got a whole lot
Knoc ain't never dropped the dime info or hoe
Whether I know or don't know an info
Even if I know where kilos of coke flow goes
I ain't never told a soul, my soul for no dough
We gangsta, fuck pop and go-go
I'm a bow-low, any man woman or beasted bro's against the west coast
LAC, Handle 'em
I don't need shit but I might get some magnums
[Nate Dogg] x2
What we do (What We Do)
Every day (Every day)
They try to (They try to)
But they can't (But they can't)
Same bullshit (Same bullshit)
Different Day (Different Day)
Warren G (Warren G)