Do It Up - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Do It Up - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Erick Sermon |
| Album | No Pressure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky | |
| Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey | |
| With the flavor i be kickin, dope | |
| Like my horoscope, a sagittarius, no joke | |
| Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like mike | |
| Who am i? (e.d.) right, right | |
| Can you believe it, even stevie wonder couldn't see it | |
| I'm catchin wreck so beat it | |
| Yo i contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme | |
| To fit you like a pair of calvin kleins | |
| Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin | |
| And have the homeboys thinkin | |
| I'm the man of hour, of the hour | |
| I found he-man, jacked him for his power (gimme that) | |
| Now i carry a sword, attached by a live cord | |
| Oh my lord! | |
| Chorus: erick sermon (repeat 4x) | |
| Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." -> slick rick} | |
| Watch me do it up like that.. {"like.. like.."} | |
| [erick sermon] | |
| Yeah, e's real dope (word?) yes indeed | |
| No one can stop me, ask apollo creed | |
| I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep | |
| Like the brady bunch, and we all smoke the blunts | |
| (word em up now) i get raw, raw like a fish market | |
| Mics i spark it, with the funky target | |
| You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me | |
| With the one-two, before i rush you and crush you | |
| I'm on a mission, like a church group called commission | |
| Word-gifted, keep the crowd uplifted (yea yea) | |
| E double, a nigga standin tall | |
| Rockin the microphone "for all of y'all" | |
| Word up, live on your station | |
| Gettin mad crowd participation, when i'm rockin the nation | |
| Don't forget, i'm still cock diesel | |
| Hoes be on me like the measles | |
| Chorus | |
| [erick sermon] | |
| Oh no it's the _end of the road_ | |
| Oh my god like wanye, today was a good day | |
| Word, ooh yah, i rip the mic to shreds | |
| Enough lyrical food to keep the ethiopians fed | |
| Word em up {*pulls on a joint*} i inhale | |
| From the k.d. posse, two of my homegirls | |
| When i rock the mic and get freaky and nasty | |
| People in the industry seldom ask me | |
| Whassup, whassup, whassup | |
| Wit you e, ask eddie murphy (yea yea) | |
| Don't forget, to reach for the stars | |
| Cause i'm past that, i'm reachin for mars, so | |
| Peace to all those true human beings | |
| Hehehehe, i see you in the coliseums | |
| Chorus | |
| "this is my mother****in house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c. | |
| "this is my mother****in house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c. | |
| "this is my mother****in house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c. | |
| "this is my mother****in house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c. |
| Check it out | |
| I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky | |
| Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey | |
| With the flavor i be kickin, dope | |
| Like my horoscope, a sagittarius, no joke | |
| Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like mike | |
| Who am i? e. d. right, right | |
| Can you believe it, even stevie wonder couldn' t see it | |
| I' m catchin wreck so beat it | |
| Yo i contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme | |
| To fit you like a pair of calvin kleins | |
| Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin | |
| And have the homeboys thinkin | |
| I' m the man of hour, of the hour | |
| I found heman, jacked him for his power gimme that | |
| Now i carry a sword, attached by a live cord | |
| Oh my lord! | |
| Chorus: erick sermon repeat 4x | |
| Watch me do it up like this.. " like this.." slick rick | |
| Watch me do it up like that.. " like.. like.." | |
| erick sermon | |
| Yeah, e' s real dope word? yes indeed | |
| No one can stop me, ask apollo creed | |
| I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep | |
| Like the brady bunch, and we all smoke the blunts | |
| word em up now i get raw, raw like a fish market | |
| Mics i spark it, with the funky target | |
| You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me | |
| With the onetwo, before i rush you and crush you | |
| I' m on a mission, like a church group called commission | |
| Wordgifted, keep the crowd uplifted yea yea | |
| E double, a nigga standin tall | |
| Rockin the microphone " for all of y' all" | |
| Word up, live on your station | |
| Gettin mad crowd participation, when i' m rockin the nation | |
| Don' t forget, i' m still cock diesel | |
| Hoes be on me like the measles | |
| Chorus | |
| erick sermon | |
| Oh no it' s the _end of the road_ | |
| Oh my god like wanye, today was a good day | |
| Word, ooh yah, i rip the mic to shreds | |
| Enough lyrical food to keep the ethiopians fed | |
| Word em up pulls on a joint i inhale | |
| From the k. d. posse, two of my homegirls | |
| When i rock the mic and get freaky and nasty | |
| People in the industry seldom ask me | |
| Whassup, whassup, whassup | |
| Wit you e, ask eddie murphy yea yea | |
| Don' t forget, to reach for the stars | |
| Cause i' m past that, i' m reachin for mars, so | |
| Peace to all those true human beings | |
| Hehehehe, i see you in the coliseums | |
| Chorus | |
| " this is my mother in house!!" run of rund. m. c. | |
| " this is my mother in house!!" run of rund. m. c. | |
| " this is my mother in house!!" run of rund. m. c. | |
| " this is my mother in house!!" run of rund. m. c. |
| Check it out | |
| I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky | |
| Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey | |
| With the flavor i be kickin, dope | |
| Like my horoscope, a sagittarius, no joke | |
| Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like mike | |
| Who am i? e. d. right, right | |
| Can you believe it, even stevie wonder couldn' t see it | |
| I' m catchin wreck so beat it | |
| Yo i contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme | |
| To fit you like a pair of calvin kleins | |
| Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin | |
| And have the homeboys thinkin | |
| I' m the man of hour, of the hour | |
| I found heman, jacked him for his power gimme that | |
| Now i carry a sword, attached by a live cord | |
| Oh my lord! | |
| Chorus: erick sermon repeat 4x | |
| Watch me do it up like this.. " like this.." slick rick | |
| Watch me do it up like that.. " like.. like.." | |
| erick sermon | |
| Yeah, e' s real dope word? yes indeed | |
| No one can stop me, ask apollo creed | |
| I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep | |
| Like the brady bunch, and we all smoke the blunts | |
| word em up now i get raw, raw like a fish market | |
| Mics i spark it, with the funky target | |
| You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me | |
| With the onetwo, before i rush you and crush you | |
| I' m on a mission, like a church group called commission | |
| Wordgifted, keep the crowd uplifted yea yea | |
| E double, a nigga standin tall | |
| Rockin the microphone " for all of y' all" | |
| Word up, live on your station | |
| Gettin mad crowd participation, when i' m rockin the nation | |
| Don' t forget, i' m still cock diesel | |
| Hoes be on me like the measles | |
| Chorus | |
| erick sermon | |
| Oh no it' s the _end of the road_ | |
| Oh my god like wanye, today was a good day | |
| Word, ooh yah, i rip the mic to shreds | |
| Enough lyrical food to keep the ethiopians fed | |
| Word em up pulls on a joint i inhale | |
| From the k. d. posse, two of my homegirls | |
| When i rock the mic and get freaky and nasty | |
| People in the industry seldom ask me | |
| Whassup, whassup, whassup | |
| Wit you e, ask eddie murphy yea yea | |
| Don' t forget, to reach for the stars | |
| Cause i' m past that, i' m reachin for mars, so | |
| Peace to all those true human beings | |
| Hehehehe, i see you in the coliseums | |
| Chorus | |
| " this is my mother in house!!" run of rund. m. c. | |
| " this is my mother in house!!" run of rund. m. c. | |
| " this is my mother in house!!" run of rund. m. c. | |
| " this is my mother in house!!" run of rund. m. c. |
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