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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Def Jef
Def Jef
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John King
John King
Composer
Michael Simpson
Michael Simpson
Composer
Matt Dike
Matt Dike
Composer
Jeffrey Fortson
Jeffrey Fortson
Composer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh-oh
Do it, baby
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, baby
Oh-oh
Do it, baby, mm
Do it, baby
Oh-oh, do it, baby
[Verse 1]
I do work and I'm workin' it with the will of a warrior
I'll take on 54 of ya, nah, I'll even take more of ya
Competition is great, and keeps me in shape and it's mentally
Stimulatin' competitors constantly contemplatin' challenge
Champion's written all on my face and I'm smirkin'
And lurkin' back in the back, attacking and hacking and jacking
Smacking up losers that's lacking characteristics of poets
They blow it tryna show it, yo, if I'm flowin' they know it, so it
Compels me to step and release the rhymes that I kept
In case of an urgent emergency then these words'd be weapons
Any discrepancy heard'll have to be handled in haste
At any pace when I step in the place, 'cause I came to do work
[Chorus]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Do, oh, do it, baby, mm
Do it, baby
Oh-oh, woah
Do it, baby
[Verse 2]
Lyrically thorough, I'm from the borough of Manhattan
And when I moved to the Bronx, then I got into rappin'
Funky beats would control me, it's like the mic would say, "Hold me"
I do a solo, me only, I'd be alone but not lonely, 'cause
Eric would back me, the only track would be doubles
And when the rappers attacked me, they'd end up buried in rubble, 'cause
We never took losses, opposing forces proceeded
But they retreated, receded, beat it defeated, we did repeat it
As needed, kept 'em seated and some felt cheated
Gave 'em all second tries and still I superseded
I'm a super-superior subsidiary of soul
I keep the crowd in control, 'cause I do work
[Chorus]
Uh-uh-uh, do it, do it
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Come on, do it, baby
Come on, do it, baby
Do it, baby
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, baby
[Verse 3]
I got a need and it's bleedin' inside of me to say words
'Cause it's my choice and I'm voicin' just what I think should be heard
To a sleazy, easy goin', lazy laid back track
The pace is slow, the bass is low, and yo, I'm ready to go
Do my job, I'm obligated, devoted and dedicated
And loaded and motivated to show that I know the way that it's
Supposed to be done, that's why I chose to become
Professional in this profession, droppin' rhymes on drums
It's automatic that static comes automatically to me
I've had it for longest been at it, so call it fad, it doesn't
Sweat me or get me uncivilized like a savage
I play it civil and give all I got to keep up the image of
Rap 'cause I happen to be a rapper and poet
Not just rappin' to be rappin' in case you didn't know it
Here's the deal, 'cause I feel you oughta be up on what's new
With the rhyme, it's time for me to do work 'cause I got work to do
[Outro]
Do it, baby, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Do it, baby
Do it, do it, do it, do it, baby
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Come on, baby
Do it, baby
Oh-oh-oh, woah
Do it, baby
Come on, a-won't, don't, don't you do it, babe, no
Oh, won't you do it, won't you do it, babe
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Oh, ow
Do it, baby
Oh-oh, yeah, woah
Oh-ohh, oh-oh, woah
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Do it, baby, ow
Mm-mm, yeah
Do it, baby, in here
Do it, babe, a-do it, baby
Ooh-ooh, ow
Come on, baby
Mm, mm
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Do it, baby, yeah
Do it, baby, yeah
Do it, baby, yeah
Oh, woah, woah, woah, oh
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Do it, baby
Mm
Written by: Jeffrey Fortson, John King, Matt Dike, Michael Simpson
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