Do My...
Memphis Bleek Lyrics


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Turn that motherfucker louder
It's the Roc in this motherfucker (biatch), oh, yeah
Bounce (uh-uh, yeah), bounce (uh, oh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah)
Bounce (come on), oh (come on), yeah
Bounce (yeah), bounce (come on)

Now do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on)

Do my ladies run it? Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it? Let 'em know that you still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Yo, I come through, few of my mans, scoop you and your friends
You, you, and you with the Timbs
In tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hair
Black girl ass, let me pour you a glass
Of Belvi, tell me all about your past
Let me console your soul while I palm your ass
And your man did what? He ain't give you?
He cheated with her? I can't diss duke
I tell you this, though, get with this dude
I'll teach you about dough, and show you what this do
It's a secret society, all we ask is trust
But I don't freeze wristses, I just skeeze bitches
Break up happy homes, just seize missus
You'll never get her back, once you get a yap
How you love that?
How you love that?

Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on)

Do my ladies run it? Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it? Let 'em know that you still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Ayo, Backwoods rollin', rap, you can't hold 'em
Roc gear matchin', crusin' through Manhattan
Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I say? We still killin' 'em
Packs, we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin' 'em
Chicks like, "I'm feelin' him", yeah, ma, okay
Black jeans and Timberlands give 'em adrenaline rush
Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us
We the R-O-C and we don't stop
They don't make a gun that we don't pop
Matter fact, they don't make a car that we don't drop
Thought you knew, they don't make jewels that we don't cop
What, you new? You actin' like the Roc ain't hot
Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top
And even if they don't make drops that kind
I tear the roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes, motherfucker

Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Do my ladies run it? Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it? Let 'em know that you still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh)

It's the R-O-C, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, we don't stop
R-O-C, we don't stop




Uh, Memph' Bleek, The Understanding, niggas
Get your mind right, haha, haha (woo)

Overall Meaning

The song "Do My" by Memphis Bleek features catchy, repetitive lyrics and an upbeat tempo that make for a good party anthem. The lyrics explore the question of who runs the party - is it the women with their "fat asses and flat stomachs" or the thugs with their guns and violent tendencies? The song seems to suggest that both parties have their place, but ultimately it's the Roc, or the record label that Memphis Bleek is signed to, that truly runs the show. This is evidenced by references to the label throughout the song and the final lines that declare "It's the R-O-C, we don't stop".


The middle section of the song features Memphis Bleek describing his encounter with a group of women, highlighting their physical attributes and offering to "console their soul" while also "palm[ing] their ass". He also makes references to being part of "a secret society" and using money and power to control people. While some might view these lyrics as objectifying or promoting toxic masculinity, others might argue that they are simply part of the larger party and power dynamic explored throughout the song.


Overall, "Do My" is a fun, high-energy song that could be interpreted in a number of different ways depending on the listener's perspective.


Line by Line Meaning

Turn that motherfucker louder
Increase the volume of the music


It's the Roc in this motherfucker
This song represents the Roc-A-Fella Records music label


Bi-otch!
Exclamation of excitement or enthusiasm


Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce
Encouragement to dance or move rhythmically to the beat of the song


Yeah, yeah bounce, come on
Continuation of the encouragement to dance or move rhythmically to the beat of the song


Oh come on bounce, come on
Further encouragement to dance or move rhythmically to the beat of the song


Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
Are the women in charge or dominant in this situation?


(Yeah, yeah, come on)
Affirmative response and encouragement


Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
Are the gangsters or violent individuals in charge or dominant in this situation?


Do my ladies run it
Are the women the ones controlling or dominating this situation?


Fat asses and flat stomachs
Physical attributes of the women in charge


Throw a hand in the air
Raise your hand as a gesture of celebration or excitement


If it's the year of the woman
If this is a time where women are empowered and dominant


Or my dogs run it
Are the gangsters or violent individuals the ones controlling or dominating this situation?


Let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Asserting that you are still actively pursuing or achieving your goals


Throw a drink in the air
Raise your drink as a gesture of celebration or excitement


Let 'em know you still thuggin'
Asserting that you are still actively participating in criminal or violent activities


Yo I come through, few of my man's
Introduction of the singer and his associates


Scoop you and your friends
Pick up and transport the singer and his associates, as well as the listener and their friends


You, you, and you with the Timbs
The individuals in the group who are wearing Timberland boots


In tight jeans, Chinese eyes
Physical attributes of a member of the group


Indian hair, Black girl ass
Physical attributes of members of the group


Let me pour you a glass of Belvi
The singer is offering to serve the group Belvedere vodka


Tell me all about your past
The artist wants to hear about the history and experiences of the listener


Let me console your soul
The singer is offering emotional support to the listener


While I palm your ass
The singer is touching the listener's buttocks


And your man did what?
The singer is asking about the actions of the listener's significant other


He ain't give you?
The artist is questioning whether the listener received what they wanted or deserved from their significant other


He cheated with her
The artist is revealing that the listener's significant other was unfaithful with someone else


I can't diss duke
The singer cannot insult or criticize the person who cheated with the listener's significant other


I tell you this though
However, the singer will share this information with the listener


Get with this dude
The artist wants the listener to pursue a relationship with him instead of their unfaithful significant other


I'll teach you about dough
The artist will educate the listener about money and finances


And show you what this do
The artist will demonstrate what he is capable of doing


(It's a secret society, all we ask is trust)
The singer's organization is secretive and requires trust from its members


But I don't freeze bitches
The artist does not hesitate or back down from a challenge


Just skeeze bitches
The singer seduces or has sexual encounters with women


Break up happy homes
The singer causes marriages or relationships to end


Just seize misses
The singer pursues and takes women from other men


You'll never get her back once you get a yacht
Once someone becomes wealthy, they will never return to their previous lifestyle


How you love that?
What do you think of that idea or concept?


Ay yo back woods rollin'
The singer is smoking marijuana


Rap you can't hold 'em
The singer's raps or music is too powerful to be contained or controlled


ROC gear matchin' crews
The clothing or accessories of the artist's organization are coordinated


Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'
The artist and his associates are relaxed and enjoying themselves


What more can I say?
What else needs to be explained or expressed?


We still killin' em
The singer and his associates are still successful or popular


Bags we still dealin' em
The artist and his associates are still selling drugs and making money


Four wheels, we wheelin' them
The singer and his associates are driving expensive vehicles


Chicks like I'm feelin' him
Women are attracted to the singer or his associates


Yeah ma okay
Affirmative response


Black jeans and Timberlands
Clothing items worn by the artist or his associates


Give them adrenaline rush
The artist and his associates excite or thrill women


Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us
Women are aware of the superior qualities or standards of the singer and his associates compared to other men


We the R-O-C and we don't stop
The singer and his associates are part of the Roc-A-Fella Records music label and they are continuing to succeed and prosper


They don't make a gun that we don't pop
The artist and his associates are prepared and willing to use firearms in violent situations


Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop
The artist and his associates can acquire and drive any car they desire


Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop
The artist and his associates are able to purchase any type of expensive jewelry


What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot
The singer is questioning why someone would doubt the success or popularity of the Roc-A-Fella Records music label


Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top
The artist has obtained a convertible vehicle


And even if they don't make drops that kind
Even if that type of car is not currently being produced


I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker
The singer will remove the top of their vehicle like Busta Rhymes did in the music video for his song 'Break Ya Neck'


Get your mind right, ha-ha
Advice to focus and concentrate on the present situation




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Shawn Carter, Shawn C Carter, Malik Deshawn Cox, Roy Hammond, Patrick Lawrence, Kirk Robinson

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Comments from YouTube:

@Surgeon806

Memphis Bleek is so underrated. Shout out to Lisa Leslie, Teresa Weatherspoon, Serena Williams making cameos

@HarleyQuinn-wi6hs

Never again will I help people

@RedRum312

The Good old days when the Roc was on fire!!!

@RedRum312

That Fuckin Beat is Banging, That video right!! I still love this shit!!

@TheTruth61989

back when the roc was untouchable

@RedRum312

perris yup !!!!

@vintageanime4601

@@mdot100 really? That's what you call being loyal ,when you are not jordan, be pippen..not a flunky..never just playing his position...He could of turn Dehaven....

@mdot100

Imperial Line don’t be mad at me this is what I heard all throughout New York! Just stating the facts, Memphis didn’t have no real hot career, he never went multi-platinum, hell no!

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@tyhairston5397

Memphis bleek was a dope rapper 🔥🔥🔥

@ronaldedge3317

Who remembers the WNBA was hard as hell back in the early 2000s.

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