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You Can Do It (Put Your Ass Into It) Karaoke - Ice Cube & Mack 10 & Ms. Toi

Tämä tallenne on cover-versio kappaleesta You Can Do It (Put Your Ass Into It), jonka teki tunnetuksi Ice Cube
saavutus. Mack 10 & Ms. Toi
Next Friday elokuvamusiikkia

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Samassa sävellajissa kuin alkuperäinen: G♯m

Kesto: 04:21 - Esikuuntele: 02:09

SELKEÄ SANOITUS

Julkaisuvuosi: 1999
Tyylilajit: TV & Elokuvat, Rap & Hip-Hop, Englanniksi
Alkuperäinen lauluntekijä: Afrika Bambaataa, Arthur Cecil Baker, Donald Saunders, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Ellis Williams, John B Miller, John Robie, Ice Cube, Robert Allen

Kaikki tallennettavat tiedostot ovat taustanauhoja, ne eivät ole alkuperäisiä äänitteitä.

Sanat You Can Do It (Put Your Ass Into It)

You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it put your ass into it
Tick, tick, boom, hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet treated like a athlete
Life ain't a track meet it's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'till the day we die
Nigga, ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high nigga, think again 'cos when it's sink or swim you got to think to win
And if I drink this Hen' everybody'll know it 'cos I ain't going for it so pray to the Lord
That I don't pull out cuss out and bust out
Go the nigga route make the trigger shout, uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit baby, bounce them tits
Mama, move them hips baby, shake them cheeks
I got dick for days you got ass for weeks
Don't stop, get it, get it
That's real
Don't stop, nigga, hit it
I will
I'm gon' do it, do it gon' do it, do it
Gon' do it, do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it put your ass into it
Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
The thug ones relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
When they buzzin' quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great
Soon as I get a word we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit
Don't stop, get it, get it
That's real
Don't stop, nigga, hit it
I will
I'm gon' do it, do it gon' do it, do it
Gon' do it, do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it put your ass into it
I do hard core rhymin' hard time grindin'
Gorilla pimp hoes while other niggas wine and dine 'em
Gotta love this thug shit
S-Class in the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
OG, lyrical Blood shit
I don't rent, I buy shit niggas jealous of my shit
Unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rootin' and recruitin' nigga, six-eight hoopin'
I was in the hood shootin' plus I had the wife whoopin'
I come from Pyrex bowls and oversized jars
I'm past up stripes
I got stars and bars
No time for playa hatin'
Mack paper chasin'
Kicked out the substation to the hip-hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figgas
Done developed the status of a Platinum-plus nigga
Bust the first bad ho fo' sho I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it don't stop 'till I get it, uh
Don't stop, get it, get it
That's real
Don't stop, nigga, hit it
I will
I'm gon' do it, do it gon' do it, do it
Gon' do it, do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Don't stop, get it, get it
That's real
Don't stop, nigga, hit it
I will
I'm gon' do it, do it gon' do it, do it
Gon' do it, do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your ass into it

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