Do You
Slum Village Feat. MC Breed Lyrics
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Is all I doin', what more can I say
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, nigga
Let me attempt to spit this
I'm scriptin' Sonny Liston's lost be
Quick six whips sick clique it's Slum V
We stick chicks 'til their extensions fuzzy
Jewelry's thick and chunky ridiculous
Like in them pictures when Slick Rick was a young bee
Boy, and picked his gumby I'm comfy
'Till you insist you'll take my existence from me
Clack, click, the clip spits buddy
I place you in ditches like Egyptians
That stitched mummys, your limpin' bloody
I serve niggas like the homeless Mission kitchen
We're fixin' chicken for the bums free
You can't tell us we don't get this money
We keep a dollar up like Richie Rich's puppy
We looking for the dips with donkey's to hit
It's the Villa gorilla pimps, your chimps and monkeys bitch
If you ain't feelin' me, may just walk away
Is all I doin', what more can I say
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, nigga
When you see me in a spot never less than a dime
Y'all might roll with 6 we sit with a 9
See, I'm a sick rapper with a flow that's divine
Y'all might flip the flow but don't flip it like mine
y'all might roll with a squad but it ain't like mine
See I'm quick with the flow Dogg I'm good to the go
I'mma stack till I spit 'til I can't go broke
I want the Benz, the Range, I want it all, I want gold
Then I dips in the whips with the chicks in the clothes
'Cause I chill with the chicks who be the centerfolds
Then I creep to the mo, with a freak on the low
Then I come through the doe, then I mash on the flo
Yeah, I keeps it movin' like the local D.O.T's
Keep serving these yo's with the bad tenancies
Let a nigga do his thang, shit stop sweatin' me
Gone roll with a playa girl its all hustle free
If you ain't feelin' me, may just walk away
Is all I doin', what more can I say
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
Do you, Jea
But of course it be effortless we pullin' up in the Porsche
Medallion the size of a horse on my necklace
We done it again, done got under your skin
We come hot like a gun pop running you jems
Can none stop this thing of ours
The ladies they fein' and double team in g strings and bras
Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars
Don't hate on the squad 'cause my niggas is stars
Do you
Do you
Do you
The song "Do You" by Slum Village is a classic hip-hop track that is a testament to the '90s and early 2000s era of the genre. The lyrics speak about the importance of staying true to oneself and doing what one feels is right for them, despite what others may think or say. The repetitive chorus of "Do you, 'cause n***a I'mma do me" emphasizes this sentiment, essentially telling people to mind their own business and let others live their lives.
The verses in the song showcase the group's lyrical prowess as they rap about their lavish lifestyle, rhyming about "sick whips," "thick and chunky" jewelry, and "Benjis, Range Rovers, and gold." But the song is not just about wealth and status, but also about the struggles that come with it. The lyrics touch on themes of perseverance, resilience, and the constant hustle that is necessary to attain success.
Overall, the song is a classic example of the type of hip-hop that emerged from the Midwest during the '90s, infused with soulful beats, introspective lyrics, and a focus on individuality and authenticity.
Line by Line Meaning
If you ain't feelin' me, may just walk away
If you don't like me, feel free to leave
Is all I doin', what more can I say
I'm just being myself, there's nothing more I can do
Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me
You do you, and I'll do me
Let me attempt to spit this
Let me try to rap this
Assist this with a pen in my fist
I'll write this with my pen to make it better
I'm scriptin' Sonny Liston's lost be
I'm writing about Sonny Liston's defeat in a poetic way
Quick six whips sick clique it's Slum V
We're a group of six talented rappers from Slum Village
We stick chicks 'til their extensions fuzzy
We party with girls until their hair extensions are a mess
Jewelry's thick and chunky ridiculous
We wear expensive and flashy jewelry
Boy, and picked his gumby I'm comfy
Like Slick Rick, I feel comfortable with my style
'Till you insist you'll take my existence from me
Until you try to take away who I am, I'll keep doing me
We keep a dollar up like Richie Rich's puppy
We're always making money, just like Richie Rich's pup
When you see me in a spot never less than a dime
When you see me, I'm always looking my best
Y'all might roll with 6 we sit with a 9
You might have a group of six, but we're always with a perfect ten
See, I'm a sick rapper with a flow that's divine
I'm a talented rapper with a unique and inspired way of rapping
Y'all might flip the flow but don't flip it like mine
You can change your flow, but don't copy mine
I'mma stack till I spit 'til I can't go broke
I'll keep making money until I can't anymore
I want the Benz, the Range, I want it all, I want gold
I want to be rich and have all the things that come with it
Then I dips in the whips with the chicks in the clothes
I drive around with girls in fancy cars and clothes
Keep serving these yo's with the bad tenencies
We keep providing these bad guys with what they want
Let a nigga do his thang, shit stop sweatin' me
Let me do what I want without judging me
But of course it be effortless we pullin' up in the Porsche
We make it look easy when we arrive in our Porsche
Medallion the size of a horse on my necklace
I wear a really big and expensive necklace
We done it again, done got under your skin
Our music is making an impact on you
We come hot like a gun pop running you jems
We come in strong, like a gun shooting at you
Can none stop this thing of ours
No one can stop what we're doing
The ladies they fein' and double team in g strings and bras
The girls are into us and they party wearing very little clothes
Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars
We make the ladies scream like guitar strings sound when amplified
Don't hate on the squad 'cause my niggas is stars
Don't criticize us because we're already famous
Do you
Do what you want
Lyrics Β© A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: R. ALTMAN III, ERIC BREED, JASON POWERS, ROGER TROUTMAN, JAMES YANCEY
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@shawnpatterson4705
Classic Detroit & Flint Hip Hop!
@CoCo3one3
Fresh Dilla face sticker on my back windshield rollin' around Detroit showing respect like I'm spose to. Dilla will always be our Hometown Hero! Rest In Beats
@titanjake8640
RIP Breed
@mylesmcpherson8380
An Ohio Roller Skate Funk Classic!
@DevonSmithLOVES2BLOVED
JDILLA CLASSIC
@1digidude
What a Dr. Dre & Dilla collab would have probably sounded like. Amazing
@kuahmelallah
Respectfully, it's more like a Dilla flip of the average G-funk producer. Dre was actually as advanced a crate digger as Dilla was. It was more the lower tier beat makers stuck on flipping the same Zapp or P-Funk cut after Dre, DiΔΊla, Prince Paul, Erick Sermon or someone already smashed it.
@1digidude
@@kuahmelallah What a well constructed point, I think you are right good sir. Those lower tier producers would probably not have constructed anything with as much depth as this track, that one thing I really like about Dillas hard tracks (like his Frank n Dank tracks) is you get a hard street sound with a good mix melody.
@surfin9481
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@Mr.22980
This shit is hard!!!!