| Song | Do It Like It G.O. |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | The Geto Boys |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Willie D | |
| Department | |
| Chrone Master | |
| Speaking. | |
| Yo "D" What's up? | |
| Just chillin' man | |
| What's up? | |
| Give 'em Geto | |
| Boys a ring. | |
| Hold 'em down. | |
| Geto Boys. | |
| Ay. What's up "G"? | |
| Yeah Man I've got | |
| Willie "D" on the other end. | |
| What's up | |
| Will? What's up man? | |
| What's up fellas? | |
| Y'know. Say fellas. | |
| I've been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man and | |
| I'm tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us because we're black owned and won't sell out. | |
| So check this out. | |
| We need to get together and go to that other level of the game and do it like a | |
| G.O. Say no more, cuzz we're on the telephone. | |
| We get them motherfuckers man. | |
| I'm back like a rebel making trouble, | |
| I'm an assassin, | |
| Kickin' ass on the double, | |
| No motherfucker alive is gonna stop me, | |
| So fuck you and your god-damn posse. | |
| It's time to step on some motherfuckin' toes, [Naaah Dee], | |
| Man fuck them hoes. | |
| The East Coast ain't playin' our songs, | |
| I want to know what the hell's goin' on, | |
| Give me my card--radio sucker, | |
| I'll kick your ass, | |
| And take the motherfucker, | |
| Everybody know | |
| New York is where it began, | |
| So let the ego-shit end. | |
| Black radio is being disowned, | |
| Not by the other race--but its own, | |
| A lot of bullshit records make hits, | |
| Because the radio is all about politics, | |
| Akshen is my identity, | |
| Whoever you be, [Don't don't don't FUCK WITH ME!], | |
| My last go, | |
| The radio struck me with a low blow, | |
| Now I'm doin` it like a | |
| G.O. Everybody's coming with guns, | |
| Niggaz gettin' pimped by | |
| Columbians, | |
| They put 'em on the streets like a bitch, | |
| Nigga's slangin', | |
| But the Puerto | |
| Rican gettin' rich, | |
| I never sold the mess, | |
| But if I did, | |
| It would be, | |
| For my goddamn self, | |
| Can you adjust to the wholesale bust, | |
| Bushwick tell these motherfuckers what's up. | |
| When will you stupid motherfuckers learn, | |
| In this game one way or another you get burned. | |
| You end up behind bars, | |
| Or lying on your back in a motherfuckin' morgue, | |
| And your gal'l find another nigger, ' | |
| Cause the lowlife bitch ain't nothin' but a gold digger, | |
| I'll fuck her but my money is a "no-no!", [Why?], | |
| I'm a hoe so | |
| I do it like a | |
| G.O. Fucked up politics, | |
| Those tie wearin' bitches, can suck my dick, | |
| They try to ban my style of teaching, | |
| But freedom of speech, allow me to keep speaking to the people, about shit like racism, | |
| It's deep into the heart of the school system, | |
| Whites get more funds from the state, | |
| And this is why minorities learn so late, | |
| Some of us make it to college, | |
| And take a test to the highest degree, | |
| With limited knowledge, | |
| Most of us won't pass the bitch, | |
| And those rotten ass motherfuckers know this, | |
| I'm not Malcolm | |
| X or Farrakhan, | |
| After this one, | |
| I guess I'll have to pack a gun, | |
| So if you want to fuck this brother, | |
| You better be ready motherfucker, | |
| Or you gonna have to | |
| G.O. Willie | |
| D is not a bigot and he won't be, | |
| I just educate minds to reality, | |
| This ain't no mutherfuckin back to | |
| Africa, try to pull that shit, | |
| We'll have a massacre, | |
| Our ancestors were killed at will, | |
| Bought and sold like a used automobile, | |
| We forced a back to exist, | |
| Now we're killing one another, | |
| Ain't that a bitch. | |
| Ready Red comin' at ya, | |
| Holding my ground like a motherfuckin' statue, | |
| You take nothin' from me so stop trippin', | |
| Unless you want to take a mutherfuckin ass whippin', | |
| Bitch, Motherfuck the | |
| KKK, Wearing dresses and shit, | |
| What the fuck are they gay, | |
| A color blind society will never be, | |
| Unless we agree, [harmony], to do it like a | |
| G.O. Rap-a- | |
| Lot. Hey J this is the president of | |
| White-owned records. | |
| We see you still survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. | |
| If you don't we will. | |
| Or here's another alternative. | |
| We take 95% of your company and you take five and we'll make you famous within ten years. | |
| It would take you a lifetime by yourself because you know your people don't stick together. | |
| What you say about that boy? | |
| Man Fuck you. | |
| I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! | |
| Just who the hell you think you are anyway? | |
| I'm a livin' motherfuckin | |
| G. I ain't to be fucked with. | |
| If you want to go to war. | |
| I take you to war. |
| zuo ci : Willie D | |
| Department | |
| Chrone Master | |
| Speaking. | |
| Yo " D" What' s up? | |
| Just chillin' man | |
| What' s up? | |
| Give ' em Geto | |
| Boys a ring. | |
| Hold ' em down. | |
| Geto Boys. | |
| Ay. What' s up " G"? | |
| Yeah Man I' ve got | |
| Willie " D" on the other end. | |
| What' s up | |
| Will? What' s up man? | |
| What' s up fellas? | |
| Y' know. Say fellas. | |
| I' ve been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man and | |
| I' m tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us because we' re black owned and won' t sell out. | |
| So check this out. | |
| We need to get together and go to that other level of the game and do it like a | |
| G. O. Say no more, cuzz we' re on the telephone. | |
| We get them motherfuckers man. | |
| I' m back like a rebel making trouble, | |
| I' m an assassin, | |
| Kickin' ass on the double, | |
| No motherfucker alive is gonna stop me, | |
| So fuck you and your goddamn posse. | |
| It' s time to step on some motherfuckin' toes, Naaah Dee, | |
| Man fuck them hoes. | |
| The East Coast ain' t playin' our songs, | |
| I want to know what the hell' s goin' on, | |
| Give me my cardradio sucker, | |
| I' ll kick your ass, | |
| And take the motherfucker, | |
| Everybody know | |
| New York is where it began, | |
| So let the egoshit end. | |
| Black radio is being disowned, | |
| Not by the other racebut its own, | |
| A lot of bullshit records make hits, | |
| Because the radio is all about politics, | |
| Akshen is my identity, | |
| Whoever you be, Don' t don' t don' t FUCK WITH ME!, | |
| My last go, | |
| The radio struck me with a low blow, | |
| Now I' m doin it like a | |
| G. O. Everybody' s coming with guns, | |
| Niggaz gettin' pimped by | |
| Columbians, | |
| They put ' em on the streets like a bitch, | |
| Nigga' s slangin', | |
| But the Puerto | |
| Rican gettin' rich, | |
| I never sold the mess, | |
| But if I did, | |
| It would be, | |
| For my goddamn self, | |
| Can you adjust to the wholesale bust, | |
| Bushwick tell these motherfuckers what' s up. | |
| When will you stupid motherfuckers learn, | |
| In this game one way or another you get burned. | |
| You end up behind bars, | |
| Or lying on your back in a motherfuckin' morgue, | |
| And your gal' l find another nigger, ' | |
| Cause the lowlife bitch ain' t nothin' but a gold digger, | |
| I' ll fuck her but my money is a " nono!", Why?, | |
| I' m a hoe so | |
| I do it like a | |
| G. O. Fucked up politics, | |
| Those tie wearin' bitches, can suck my dick, | |
| They try to ban my style of teaching, | |
| But freedom of speech, allow me to keep speaking to the people, about shit like racism, | |
| It' s deep into the heart of the school system, | |
| Whites get more funds from the state, | |
| And this is why minorities learn so late, | |
| Some of us make it to college, | |
| And take a test to the highest degree, | |
| With limited knowledge, | |
| Most of us won' t pass the bitch, | |
| And those rotten ass motherfuckers know this, | |
| I' m not Malcolm | |
| X or Farrakhan, | |
| After this one, | |
| I guess I' ll have to pack a gun, | |
| So if you want to fuck this brother, | |
| You better be ready motherfucker, | |
| Or you gonna have to | |
| G. O. Willie | |
| D is not a bigot and he won' t be, | |
| I just educate minds to reality, | |
| This ain' t no mutherfuckin back to | |
| Africa, try to pull that shit, | |
| We' ll have a massacre, | |
| Our ancestors were killed at will, | |
| Bought and sold like a used automobile, | |
| We forced a back to exist, | |
| Now we' re killing one another, | |
| Ain' t that a bitch. | |
| Ready Red comin' at ya, | |
| Holding my ground like a motherfuckin' statue, | |
| You take nothin' from me so stop trippin', | |
| Unless you want to take a mutherfuckin ass whippin', | |
| Bitch, Motherfuck the | |
| KKK, Wearing dresses and shit, | |
| What the fuck are they gay, | |
| A color blind society will never be, | |
| Unless we agree, harmony, to do it like a | |
| G. O. Rapa | |
| Lot. Hey J this is the president of | |
| Whiteowned records. | |
| We see you still survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. | |
| If you don' t we will. | |
| Or here' s another alternative. | |
| We take 95 of your company and you take five and we' ll make you famous within ten years. | |
| It would take you a lifetime by yourself because you know your people don' t stick together. | |
| What you say about that boy? | |
| Man Fuck you. | |
| I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! | |
| Just who the hell you think you are anyway? | |
| I' m a livin' motherfuckin | |
| G. I ain' t to be fucked with. | |
| If you want to go to war. | |
| I take you to war. |
| zuò cí : Willie D | |
| Department | |
| Chrone Master | |
| Speaking. | |
| Yo " D" What' s up? | |
| Just chillin' man | |
| What' s up? | |
| Give ' em Geto | |
| Boys a ring. | |
| Hold ' em down. | |
| Geto Boys. | |
| Ay. What' s up " G"? | |
| Yeah Man I' ve got | |
| Willie " D" on the other end. | |
| What' s up | |
| Will? What' s up man? | |
| What' s up fellas? | |
| Y' know. Say fellas. | |
| I' ve been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man and | |
| I' m tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us because we' re black owned and won' t sell out. | |
| So check this out. | |
| We need to get together and go to that other level of the game and do it like a | |
| G. O. Say no more, cuzz we' re on the telephone. | |
| We get them motherfuckers man. | |
| I' m back like a rebel making trouble, | |
| I' m an assassin, | |
| Kickin' ass on the double, | |
| No motherfucker alive is gonna stop me, | |
| So fuck you and your goddamn posse. | |
| It' s time to step on some motherfuckin' toes, Naaah Dee, | |
| Man fuck them hoes. | |
| The East Coast ain' t playin' our songs, | |
| I want to know what the hell' s goin' on, | |
| Give me my cardradio sucker, | |
| I' ll kick your ass, | |
| And take the motherfucker, | |
| Everybody know | |
| New York is where it began, | |
| So let the egoshit end. | |
| Black radio is being disowned, | |
| Not by the other racebut its own, | |
| A lot of bullshit records make hits, | |
| Because the radio is all about politics, | |
| Akshen is my identity, | |
| Whoever you be, Don' t don' t don' t FUCK WITH ME!, | |
| My last go, | |
| The radio struck me with a low blow, | |
| Now I' m doin it like a | |
| G. O. Everybody' s coming with guns, | |
| Niggaz gettin' pimped by | |
| Columbians, | |
| They put ' em on the streets like a bitch, | |
| Nigga' s slangin', | |
| But the Puerto | |
| Rican gettin' rich, | |
| I never sold the mess, | |
| But if I did, | |
| It would be, | |
| For my goddamn self, | |
| Can you adjust to the wholesale bust, | |
| Bushwick tell these motherfuckers what' s up. | |
| When will you stupid motherfuckers learn, | |
| In this game one way or another you get burned. | |
| You end up behind bars, | |
| Or lying on your back in a motherfuckin' morgue, | |
| And your gal' l find another nigger, ' | |
| Cause the lowlife bitch ain' t nothin' but a gold digger, | |
| I' ll fuck her but my money is a " nono!", Why?, | |
| I' m a hoe so | |
| I do it like a | |
| G. O. Fucked up politics, | |
| Those tie wearin' bitches, can suck my dick, | |
| They try to ban my style of teaching, | |
| But freedom of speech, allow me to keep speaking to the people, about shit like racism, | |
| It' s deep into the heart of the school system, | |
| Whites get more funds from the state, | |
| And this is why minorities learn so late, | |
| Some of us make it to college, | |
| And take a test to the highest degree, | |
| With limited knowledge, | |
| Most of us won' t pass the bitch, | |
| And those rotten ass motherfuckers know this, | |
| I' m not Malcolm | |
| X or Farrakhan, | |
| After this one, | |
| I guess I' ll have to pack a gun, | |
| So if you want to fuck this brother, | |
| You better be ready motherfucker, | |
| Or you gonna have to | |
| G. O. Willie | |
| D is not a bigot and he won' t be, | |
| I just educate minds to reality, | |
| This ain' t no mutherfuckin back to | |
| Africa, try to pull that shit, | |
| We' ll have a massacre, | |
| Our ancestors were killed at will, | |
| Bought and sold like a used automobile, | |
| We forced a back to exist, | |
| Now we' re killing one another, | |
| Ain' t that a bitch. | |
| Ready Red comin' at ya, | |
| Holding my ground like a motherfuckin' statue, | |
| You take nothin' from me so stop trippin', | |
| Unless you want to take a mutherfuckin ass whippin', | |
| Bitch, Motherfuck the | |
| KKK, Wearing dresses and shit, | |
| What the fuck are they gay, | |
| A color blind society will never be, | |
| Unless we agree, harmony, to do it like a | |
| G. O. Rapa | |
| Lot. Hey J this is the president of | |
| Whiteowned records. | |
| We see you still survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. | |
| If you don' t we will. | |
| Or here' s another alternative. | |
| We take 95 of your company and you take five and we' ll make you famous within ten years. | |
| It would take you a lifetime by yourself because you know your people don' t stick together. | |
| What you say about that boy? | |
| Man Fuck you. | |
| I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! | |
| Just who the hell you think you are anyway? | |
| I' m a livin' motherfuckin | |
| G. I ain' t to be fucked with. | |
| If you want to go to war. | |
| I take you to war. |