DJ Khalil - Imma do it lyrics

[Intro/Hook: Kobe] The block got my back And my boys do too And my baby mama trippin Said she need more loot Every block Every hood Every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap And another in the back sh**, how I'm supposed to cope With all this stress on me? Er'body and their mama callin fed's on me I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yeahhhhh! Feelin just like JFK In the city that let em fly like JFK (Ayyye) Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya If looks could k** Then my style might body ya That's why I'm with naudia I call my gun naudia When she say hi to ya it's Buh buh bye to ya Make it sound like Saudi Arabia Maybe The haters should Watch what he say to her You think I can hold my head high and die Or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a f** [Hook: Kobe] The block got my back And my boys do too And my baby mama trippin Said she need more loot Every block Every hood Every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap And another in the back sh**, how I'm supposed to cope With all this stress on me? Er'body and their mama callin fed's on me I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Yeahhhhh! Now who are you to tell me How to conduct myself Why don't you go practice safe s** And go f** yourself The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a s**a's health I coulda told you that Yeah I coulda told you that Picture me Not fly Where are them exposures at? Right here On my lap That's where my composure's at I'm back like a gun co*k I'm so cool that If I go to hell All I need is my sun block n***a hold ya high and die Or live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a f** [Hook: Kobe] The block got my back And my boys do too And my baby mama trippin Said she need more loot Every block Every hood Every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap And another in the back sh**, how I'm supposed to cope With all this stress on me? Er'body and their mama callin fed's on me I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) [Verse 3: Fabolous] I mean let's be honest You never liked a n***a Tryna lesbian-us So I kept the strap on Clap off Clap on Lights out Like flights out You could be departed Never me who started I Lambo Gallarded I am vehically challenged That means the car is retarded But regardless I'm "Tin Man" heartless No love If son lookin for love Get a show on VH1 n***a hold ya high and die Or live and duck My attitude is Virgins Still don't give a f** [Hook: Kobe] The block got my back And my boys do too And my baby mama trippin Said she need more loot And my baby mama trippin Said she need more loot Every block Every hood Every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap And another in the back sh**, how I'm supposed to cope With all this stress on me? Er'body and their mama callin fed's on me I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) Drop, (drop) Drop, (drop)