| Song | Do It B.I. |
| Artist | Yukmouth |
| Album | Godzilla |
| 作曲 : Blackman, Ellis | |
| 作词 : DAVIS, ALDRIN/WRITER/S, UNKNOWN | |
| (Hook) | |
| Til the day that I die do it B.I. | |
| Since I was born I was taught to keep it P.I. | |
| I'm that nigga thugged out in the V.I. | |
| And I've been slangin major "D" since I was knee high (2x) | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| When you was break dancin and back spinnin on ya nolium | |
| My niggaz wrap a thousand grams with patrolium | |
| Jelly like like Belly, it ain't shit that you can tell me | |
| Once you trapped in the belly of the beast | |
| With niggaz waitin on the commissary | |
| Locked in solitary confinement, no more grindin, wifey pondin diamonds | |
| I'm a frontline soldier like a lineman | |
| Guns firin', sirens, that's all in my enviroment | |
| Gangstas, pimps, thugs, that's all in my enviroment | |
| Niggaz that's slung drugs with no thoughts of retirement | |
| Ballin, timin, grindin, that's all in my enviroment | |
| Expirement, when I blaze you up fuck the firemen | |
| Call the coroner, set up shop on the corner | |
| With rocks and marijauna, make it hot as a sauna | |
| It's just another day in Oakland, California | |
| I touch G's and never had a diploma, like that | |
| (Hook 2x) | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| When you was learnin how to boogaloo and pop lock | |
| I was baggin opium and bloons at the hop spot | |
| And slangin double ups to goons at the rock spot | |
| We got the block locked, and give a fuck if the cops watch | |
| This chop chop and turn ya car into a drop top | |
| Just like a chop shop, blak blak, make a cop drop | |
| Keep ya mouth shut, our neighbors don't talk to cops about us | |
| They know we'll come and shoot they fuckin house up | |
| Rock ya ounce up, with ya little arm and hammer | |
| I'm breakin pounds up, with jack knifes and sledge hammers | |
| Some of my niggaz in the feds locked up in the slammer | |
| Some of my niggaz got bread then headed for Atlanta | |
| My family put the murder game down like Alpo | |
| I hate my algebra class but still love to count dough | |
| Niggaz is breakin like turbo and o-zone | |
| I was pushin O's on the block until the dope gone | |
| (Hook 2x) | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| When you was spinnin techniques learnin DJ shit | |
| I was tryin to touch and hundred ki's like Freeway Rick | |
| I was rollin with a mossberg like DJ Quik | |
| Out here the Feds and the D.A. hit over he say shit | |
| The block hot like a heatwave hit | |
| But I'ma bubble on the low just like Freeway shit | |
| I'ma follow all the codes, never be a snitch | |
| Just concentrate on this "D" I whip and this "V" I flip | |
| I stay Fila'd down in mobsta suits | |
| If you talk to cops I shoot, let the choppa loose | |
| Rest in Peace to Tupac and Big Poppa too | |
| I never boogaloo like shaba do, I'm a mobsta, dude | |
| (Hook 2x) |
| zuò qǔ : Blackman, Ellis | |
| zuò cí : DAVIS, ALDRIN WRITER S, UNKNOWN | |
| Hook | |
| Til the day that I die do it B. I. | |
| Since I was born I was taught to keep it P. I. | |
| I' m that nigga thugged out in the V. I. | |
| And I' ve been slangin major " D" since I was knee high 2x | |
| Verse 1 | |
| When you was break dancin and back spinnin on ya nolium | |
| My niggaz wrap a thousand grams with patrolium | |
| Jelly like like Belly, it ain' t shit that you can tell me | |
| Once you trapped in the belly of the beast | |
| With niggaz waitin on the commissary | |
| Locked in solitary confinement, no more grindin, wifey pondin diamonds | |
| I' m a frontline soldier like a lineman | |
| Guns firin', sirens, that' s all in my enviroment | |
| Gangstas, pimps, thugs, that' s all in my enviroment | |
| Niggaz that' s slung drugs with no thoughts of retirement | |
| Ballin, timin, grindin, that' s all in my enviroment | |
| Expirement, when I blaze you up fuck the firemen | |
| Call the coroner, set up shop on the corner | |
| With rocks and marijauna, make it hot as a sauna | |
| It' s just another day in Oakland, California | |
| I touch G' s and never had a diploma, like that | |
| Hook 2x | |
| Verse 2 | |
| When you was learnin how to boogaloo and pop lock | |
| I was baggin opium and bloons at the hop spot | |
| And slangin double ups to goons at the rock spot | |
| We got the block locked, and give a fuck if the cops watch | |
| This chop chop and turn ya car into a drop top | |
| Just like a chop shop, blak blak, make a cop drop | |
| Keep ya mouth shut, our neighbors don' t talk to cops about us | |
| They know we' ll come and shoot they fuckin house up | |
| Rock ya ounce up, with ya little arm and hammer | |
| I' m breakin pounds up, with jack knifes and sledge hammers | |
| Some of my niggaz in the feds locked up in the slammer | |
| Some of my niggaz got bread then headed for Atlanta | |
| My family put the murder game down like Alpo | |
| I hate my algebra class but still love to count dough | |
| Niggaz is breakin like turbo and ozone | |
| I was pushin O' s on the block until the dope gone | |
| Hook 2x | |
| Verse 3 | |
| When you was spinnin techniques learnin DJ shit | |
| I was tryin to touch and hundred ki' s like Freeway Rick | |
| I was rollin with a mossberg like DJ Quik | |
| Out here the Feds and the D. A. hit over he say shit | |
| The block hot like a heatwave hit | |
| But I' ma bubble on the low just like Freeway shit | |
| I' ma follow all the codes, never be a snitch | |
| Just concentrate on this " D" I whip and this " V" I flip | |
| I stay Fila' d down in mobsta suits | |
| If you talk to cops I shoot, let the choppa loose | |
| Rest in Peace to Tupac and Big Poppa too | |
| I never boogaloo like shaba do, I' m a mobsta, dude | |
| Hook 2x |