Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
Jay Dee
Jay Dee
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Dee
Jay Dee
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Common
Common
Co-Executive Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Co-Executive Producer
Nick Hura
Nick Hura
Assistant Recording Engineer
Questlove
Questlove
Executive Producer
Steve Mandel
Steve Mandel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Todd Fairall
Todd Fairall
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Keep on uh, uh
Keep on uh, uh
Keep on uh, uh
Keep on uh, uh
Keep on uh, uh
Keep on uh, uh
Keep on uh, uh, keep
[Verse 2]
Motherfucker, move back
I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack
Grooves, rap, I deliver for the hungry
And underprivileged
Something different from these hollow bred
[Verse 3]
Grunting ****, this is business strictly
Step to my business is risky
'Specially when you as bitch as Missy
Back to back LP's that sound the same
I surround the game
With a four-pounded brainstorm
[Verse 4]
To make **** dance in the rain
Scared to take a chance in the game
Used to break dance, it's a shame
What money do to a **** brain
If he lose his soul what can a **** gain
[Chorus]
Dooinit there, dooinit there
Yeah, I am dooinit
Do it with it
I am doin' this
C-O-double-M-O to the N
[Chorus]
Dooinit there, dooinit there
I am dooinit
C-O-double-M-O to the N, ya heard?
[Verse 5]
My train of thought is
That of a hustler
Or a **** with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off
To customers
I rap with a chip on my shoulder
Squeezing Coronas, see shirts say
We gotta get over
[Verse 6]
That jiggy shit is over
The war is on
I only want to be a soldier
I'm holdin' on
To a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks
When it's sorta dark
For **** flooded with ice
My thoughts the ark
[Verse 7]
Performing warming arts with some shit for the heart
Don't fuck with radio
Ignoring the charts
I could give a fuck what you made in a year, ****, you wack
A soft **** on a hard track
In this new rap
Generation, I X cats like a Muslim
He fell off 'cause I pushed him
Let his Bentley and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets
In front of bodyguards and rush him
[Chorus]
Dooinit there, dooinit there
I am dooinit
C-O-double-M-O to the N
Dooinit there, dooinit there
I am dooinit
C-O-double-M-O to the N, ya heard?
[Verse 8]
You wasn't sayin' you was a thug before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a high top tryin' to be like Kane
Then Snoop released and it became a G thang
Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs
[Verse 9]
**** ain't hate you, they ain't paying you no attention
In a circle of faggots
Your name is mentioned
With six degrees
I seperate MC's
From a business man that's good
[Verse 10]
From a **** that was raised or just lived in the hood
From what a **** says
To what's understood
Keep my shit tight like them boys in The Wood
Dick is always hard like the Boyz in the Hood
[Verse 11]
Peace to Dug Inf
No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib some cats give me the cold eye
I'ma bitch slap the next one
Let him know the world is my section, it's taken
You got to use aggression
[Chorus]
Dooinit there, dooinit there
I am dooinit
Dooinit there
I am dooinit
C-O-double-M-O to the N
[Chorus]
Dooinit there, dooinit there
I am dooinit
C-O-double-M-O to the N
[Outro]
I'm the C O dub-double M, yep O yep yow
I'm the C O-O-O double, double M O-O
Dooinit there
I am dooinit
C-O-double-M-O to the N
Written by: James Dewitt Yancey, Lonnie Lynn
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