Doing What I Do

(album: Mac Dre's The Name - 2001)

[Intro]
Yea, yes, yea, yes, mmhmm
Mac Dreezy, Mac Dreezy (who)
I'm back baby
Oh boy where ya been
I'm back
Boy where ya been
Check it

[Mac Dre]
I'm out the roof of a old school
Trynna campaign
Smoking champagne
Doing the damn thang
Now this a damn shame
How these smurf's hate
But these Gilligan's been tripping since my first tape
Well here's another knock
Dope as a hover rock
For you to bump while you siding through the parking lot
After the club
Pull it on a dove
Hollering at hutches that's trynna get dug
Out, drout on niggaz like me
M to the D from the R-O-M-P bo billy
Using gangsta scare tactics
Tennis shoe pimping in my Nike Air Max's
Back on the street after 5 in the slammer
I'm looking saucy somebody get a camera
Oh, you mad
I ain't mad at you
I thought you knew
I'm just doing what I do

[Chorus x2]
I'm doing what I do (This is what I do)
Bitch don't get mad if I'm not fucking with you (I ain't fucking with you)
Or fucking with you (Damn sure I ain't fucking with you)

[Mac Dre]
She heard the 15's knock when I hit the block
Then I hopped out butter and she had to jock
I'm a ho magnet
Heat I'm gon' pack it
Doe I'm gon' stack it
Lick I'm gon' jack it
On the scene
Always smoking green
In the pen I had CO's bringing me the damn thing
It's yo niggidy (It's yo niggidy)
Mac Drigidy (Mac Drigidy)
Back in the V look at me I'm living free
No parole
I can choke a ho
Get mail, post bail, and they gon' let me go
I'm here to let you know
This as real as it gets
I'm making hunks and chunks
Don't fuck with kibbles and bits
Big face, hundred dollar bills
Got me, straight face
Gunning for the skrill
I'm running with the P.O
Going for 2
With the double R crew
Doing what I do

[Chorus x2]

[Mac Dre]
Mac D-R-Ebonics
Dope as chronic
Put it to a beat and make it stank like vomit
Boy I'm a foo-el (foo-el)
Human jew-el (jew-el)
At the studie turning blunt into do-bells
With D-Con cause he keep the bomb
And the Crest Side be the turf where we from (Crest Sida)
I'm a hustla
Straight chip getta
And she gotta pay for Dre to get with her
No doe ho
Leave me alone
I'm in the drop with the Cali sun heat in my dome
Feeling like a movie star when I slide
They know who the hell we are when we ride
It's Country Club Crest Side crew
Acting some fools
Potna doing what the fuck we do
Gorilla gurping
Stay out the way boy
And bow down when you see Mac Dre boy

[Chorus x2]