Doin This by Cris the Prophet Lyrics
[Intro]
Mic cheka
Blowin’ up yo sector
I'm gettin’ hot yo
I can see the steam
It's yo boy
Latin Prophecy II
What up mom
I'm in the closet
(laugh)
[Verse 1]
Bout to spit off the mothafuckin’ dome
Yes I'm Doin' This shit in my fuckin’ home
I love my moms, yes I love my moms
Maybe the only thing that I love more
Is my bong
Nah fuck that, Jefa always first
Yes I'm Doin' This shit til my jefa has no more thirst
And she could just kick back, and do what she wants
I'm comin’ through in the game and I'm here to fuckin’ taunt
And all you what? All you mothafuckin’ pussies
You know I get your girls pussy, that shit already be juicy
Cause she's steamin’ up for Cris the Kid
(yes let me call that boy Cris the Kid)
(I heard he's got good songs, let me call him back)
Yea you know baby that you like my fuckin’ raps
I do this shit, this be a mothafuckin’ free
And I was just in my fuckin’ car, smokin’ some tree
You know I do this now, should this be the hook?
I don't matter let's change the chapter, new book
A new book, All I See is a new man
I hope my flows even touch the people in France
Whenever the fuck I'm feelin’
I can switch it to even that style, yo boy can go to European
Yes dos langues, mi vene valindo madre
Tambien hablo espanol, pa que me entendas pendjo
Te mando derecho al inferno
Cuando yo mi pege la gana y yo quiero
Asi lo hago, a horita no tengo jale
But my old job, guess what? Me vale madre
I don't give a fuck, I'm comin’ through
I'm swingin’ right, I ain't sucker punchin’ you cats
So you could shut the fuck up, and you can say my name
You can say my name
You could put my nuts in a picture, in a frame
And hang it on yo wall
If you come around me mothafucka
I'll bang yo head against the wall
So don't it cause I'm Doin' This in my closet
Yes I'm in the game, get the mic cock it
And then I got my interface plugged in already
I'm Doin' This shit, sliced this game like Eddie
When I frog splash, you know I'm deadly, like machetes
Mothafucka it's my party so throw me confetti
[Outro]
(woo)
(brr) (brr) (brr)
All you mothafuckas man, I swear man
Shit go home, practice your shit y'all
I already got an album out
I dropped an album like a mothafuckin’ month ago y'all
And I'm in my closet already recordin’ my second mixtape
I ain't gettin’ paid for this shit y'all
I barley got paid for the fuckin’ album y'all
It's all good, it's all good
I hand out CDs for free man
You gotta do it for the love y'all
If you don't love Hip Hop y'all
Then get the fuck out of the game y'all!
It's yo boy Cris the Kid
Latin Prophecy II
Shit
Big ups to Gramatik y'all
No beat, no nada
I'm old school like an Impala
(laugh)
Shoutout to all my bud smokers man
All my homeless people out there man
All my people with no money y'all
Shit, Cris the Kid
Representando
Hip Hop is now my new trabajo
(ahh)
Mic cheka
Blowin’ up yo sector
I'm gettin’ hot yo
I can see the steam
It's yo boy
Latin Prophecy II
What up mom
I'm in the closet
(laugh)
[Verse 1]
Bout to spit off the mothafuckin’ dome
Yes I'm Doin' This shit in my fuckin’ home
I love my moms, yes I love my moms
Maybe the only thing that I love more
Is my bong
Nah fuck that, Jefa always first
Yes I'm Doin' This shit til my jefa has no more thirst
And she could just kick back, and do what she wants
I'm comin’ through in the game and I'm here to fuckin’ taunt
And all you what? All you mothafuckin’ pussies
You know I get your girls pussy, that shit already be juicy
Cause she's steamin’ up for Cris the Kid
(yes let me call that boy Cris the Kid)
(I heard he's got good songs, let me call him back)
Yea you know baby that you like my fuckin’ raps
I do this shit, this be a mothafuckin’ free
And I was just in my fuckin’ car, smokin’ some tree
You know I do this now, should this be the hook?
I don't matter let's change the chapter, new book
A new book, All I See is a new man
I hope my flows even touch the people in France
Whenever the fuck I'm feelin’
I can switch it to even that style, yo boy can go to European
Yes dos langues, mi vene valindo madre
Tambien hablo espanol, pa que me entendas pendjo
Te mando derecho al inferno
Cuando yo mi pege la gana y yo quiero
Asi lo hago, a horita no tengo jale
But my old job, guess what? Me vale madre
I don't give a fuck, I'm comin’ through
I'm swingin’ right, I ain't sucker punchin’ you cats
So you could shut the fuck up, and you can say my name
You can say my name
You could put my nuts in a picture, in a frame
And hang it on yo wall
If you come around me mothafucka
I'll bang yo head against the wall
So don't it cause I'm Doin' This in my closet
Yes I'm in the game, get the mic cock it
And then I got my interface plugged in already
I'm Doin' This shit, sliced this game like Eddie
When I frog splash, you know I'm deadly, like machetes
Mothafucka it's my party so throw me confetti
[Outro]
(woo)
(brr) (brr) (brr)
All you mothafuckas man, I swear man
Shit go home, practice your shit y'all
I already got an album out
I dropped an album like a mothafuckin’ month ago y'all
And I'm in my closet already recordin’ my second mixtape
I ain't gettin’ paid for this shit y'all
I barley got paid for the fuckin’ album y'all
It's all good, it's all good
I hand out CDs for free man
You gotta do it for the love y'all
If you don't love Hip Hop y'all
Then get the fuck out of the game y'all!
It's yo boy Cris the Kid
Latin Prophecy II
Shit
Big ups to Gramatik y'all
No beat, no nada
I'm old school like an Impala
(laugh)
Shoutout to all my bud smokers man
All my homeless people out there man
All my people with no money y'all
Shit, Cris the Kid
Representando
Hip Hop is now my new trabajo
(ahh)