Song | The Way You Do It |
Artist | Little Brother |
Album | The Listening |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Coleman, Douthit, Jones | |
(Verse 1 (Phonte)) | |
Yo, six minutes to showtime, I was out in the rain | |
Wit my nigga Big Pooh goin' over some thangs | |
No money in our pockets, just a buck and some change | |
Ran up in the hideaway wit niggaz screamin' our name | |
Took the stage like a jet soarin' | |
Wildin' out wit the sweat pourin', til I woke up hoarse the next mornin' | |
An ill feeling that it brings about | |
To see niggaz mouthin' yo words and you ain't even got a single out | |
On stage stealing yo' spot | |
It's the equivalent of ten adrenaline shots | |
Just like L.E.G.A.S.Y. and Sean Boog when they killin' the R.O.C | |
Ain't gotta worry 'bout if niggaz just pretendin' it's hot | |
Cuz I can see their hands in the air wavin', heads bobbin' | |
Neck snappin' back and forth, 'bout to break dat shit | |
Man I appreciate dat shit | |
Thanks for showin' us love and to the top we fin' to take dat shit | |
Fa y'all | |
(Hook) (2x) | |
Relax yourself, breathe easy cuz | |
We like the way you do. (inhale) | |
Relax yourself, breathe easy cuz | |
We like the way you do it. (Doin' what ya doin' baby) | |
(Verse 2 (Big Pooh)) | |
I see ya'll cats wit yo' hands high | |
Up front shoutin' out the songs real loud, real proud | |
Lettin' every other person know | |
Who you came to see, who you came to rock for (Little Brother) | |
That's why we stay vibin', pens stay scribin' | |
Rims rotatin' to keep your soul pulsatin' | |
It's been a long time, but most folks still waitin' | |
All apologies, but thank you for stayin' patient | |
And die hard, that's why we try hard | |
Dig deep demand, so we supply y'all | |
Pushin' man, and we wanna keep you high far | |
From consent wit dis current state of hip hop | |
We know music, we know why so don't choose it | |
Y'all know the truth, I hope y'all don't lose it | |
Bullshit, everyday we all go through it | |
We givin' y'all some shit that's therapeutic | |
So Breathe easy | |
(Hook until fades) |
zuo qu : Coleman, Douthit, Jones | |
Verse 1 Phonte | |
Yo, six minutes to showtime, I was out in the rain | |
Wit my nigga Big Pooh goin' over some thangs | |
No money in our pockets, just a buck and some change | |
Ran up in the hideaway wit niggaz screamin' our name | |
Took the stage like a jet soarin' | |
Wildin' out wit the sweat pourin', til I woke up hoarse the next mornin' | |
An ill feeling that it brings about | |
To see niggaz mouthin' yo words and you ain' t even got a single out | |
On stage stealing yo' spot | |
It' s the equivalent of ten adrenaline shots | |
Just like L. E. G. A. S. Y. and Sean Boog when they killin' the R. O. C | |
Ain' t gotta worry ' bout if niggaz just pretendin' it' s hot | |
Cuz I can see their hands in the air wavin', heads bobbin' | |
Neck snappin' back and forth, ' bout to break dat shit | |
Man I appreciate dat shit | |
Thanks for showin' us love and to the top we fin' to take dat shit | |
Fa y' all | |
Hook 2x | |
Relax yourself, breathe easy cuz | |
We like the way you do. inhale | |
Relax yourself, breathe easy cuz | |
We like the way you do it. Doin' what ya doin' baby | |
Verse 2 Big Pooh | |
I see ya' ll cats wit yo' hands high | |
Up front shoutin' out the songs real loud, real proud | |
Lettin' every other person know | |
Who you came to see, who you came to rock for Little Brother | |
That' s why we stay vibin', pens stay scribin' | |
Rims rotatin' to keep your soul pulsatin' | |
It' s been a long time, but most folks still waitin' | |
All apologies, but thank you for stayin' patient | |
And die hard, that' s why we try hard | |
Dig deep demand, so we supply y' all | |
Pushin' man, and we wanna keep you high far | |
From consent wit dis current state of hip hop | |
We know music, we know why so don' t choose it | |
Y' all know the truth, I hope y' all don' t lose it | |
Bullshit, everyday we all go through it | |
We givin' y' all some shit that' s therapeutic | |
So Breathe easy | |
Hook until fades |
zuò qǔ : Coleman, Douthit, Jones | |
Verse 1 Phonte | |
Yo, six minutes to showtime, I was out in the rain | |
Wit my nigga Big Pooh goin' over some thangs | |
No money in our pockets, just a buck and some change | |
Ran up in the hideaway wit niggaz screamin' our name | |
Took the stage like a jet soarin' | |
Wildin' out wit the sweat pourin', til I woke up hoarse the next mornin' | |
An ill feeling that it brings about | |
To see niggaz mouthin' yo words and you ain' t even got a single out | |
On stage stealing yo' spot | |
It' s the equivalent of ten adrenaline shots | |
Just like L. E. G. A. S. Y. and Sean Boog when they killin' the R. O. C | |
Ain' t gotta worry ' bout if niggaz just pretendin' it' s hot | |
Cuz I can see their hands in the air wavin', heads bobbin' | |
Neck snappin' back and forth, ' bout to break dat shit | |
Man I appreciate dat shit | |
Thanks for showin' us love and to the top we fin' to take dat shit | |
Fa y' all | |
Hook 2x | |
Relax yourself, breathe easy cuz | |
We like the way you do. inhale | |
Relax yourself, breathe easy cuz | |
We like the way you do it. Doin' what ya doin' baby | |
Verse 2 Big Pooh | |
I see ya' ll cats wit yo' hands high | |
Up front shoutin' out the songs real loud, real proud | |
Lettin' every other person know | |
Who you came to see, who you came to rock for Little Brother | |
That' s why we stay vibin', pens stay scribin' | |
Rims rotatin' to keep your soul pulsatin' | |
It' s been a long time, but most folks still waitin' | |
All apologies, but thank you for stayin' patient | |
And die hard, that' s why we try hard | |
Dig deep demand, so we supply y' all | |
Pushin' man, and we wanna keep you high far | |
From consent wit dis current state of hip hop | |
We know music, we know why so don' t choose it | |
Y' all know the truth, I hope y' all don' t lose it | |
Bullshit, everyday we all go through it | |
We givin' y' all some shit that' s therapeutic | |
So Breathe easy | |
Hook until fades |