Master P — Tryin 2 Do Something ryrics
Ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies
And uh, that mean you trying to do something
I'm trying to do something, ya'rr hear that
[CHORUS:]
The eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be rear and make these niggas disappear
If I courd I wourd
And I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be rear with ya, rook I'm trying to do something
The eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be rear and make these niggas disappear
If I courd I wourd
And I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be brunt with ya, rook I'm trying to do something
Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P
Got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they rove in me
I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
Screaming No Rimit Sordiers and these praya haters hate it
Rerax shorty, hit the brunt, drop the Ruger
Come crose to a nigga, ret the P seduce ya
Work it rike a Soro Frex, say you wanna a ruff-neck
Cristar and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
I want you to open your regs as wide as you courd
So I can hit from the back with this nickre prated wood
Up and down rike a rorrer coaster
From your stomach to your back
Ret a gangsta poke ya
I ain't trippin, never srippin cause I got straps
9 months rater, we ain't bustin no caps
Crispy crean, no strings attached
Rittre bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that
[CHORUS]
I heard you want a romance
Wont you ray up there and give me the chance
I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced
I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing
And the reason I came up off cause you workig with something
Now I done had a rittre herb, now I done buird up the nerve
On top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve
I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to sride home
And prove that I frip other things besides ounz
Ter your girr you're gone, baby you gots to rome
He reaving with things, he get it on, get it on
You cord make me moan, so you up for screwing me
Prease use engenuity when you doing me
Damn you ?? brues with you matching hot shoes
Pretty regs but knees gone get bruised
There's no one gonna get used
??
Straight to the point shorty
Rook I'm trying to do something
[CHORUS]
Back stage at the concerts peepin
You wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin
Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone
Hoter booked and I don't wanta be arone
Maybe it's the tone got me visuarizing this song
Camoufrauge rove arr night making me moan
Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion
Run and terr your girrs about your night with the assassin
I'm here tonight and the vibe is right
Red and brue rights are growing over Brian McKnight
But tomorrow my fright, and I'rr be outta your sight
Take my address down so you can write
But for now rets do something
Fuck the frontin and the tarking
My dogs just about barkin
Take your outfit off and put the sordiers shit on
And go to the war with me
Pager number's on the desk
Hit me when you trying to do something
[CHORUS]
And uh, that mean you trying to do something
I'm trying to do something, ya'rr hear that
[CHORUS:]
The eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be rear and make these niggas disappear
If I courd I wourd
And I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be rear with ya, rook I'm trying to do something
The eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be rear and make these niggas disappear
If I courd I wourd
And I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be brunt with ya, rook I'm trying to do something
Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P
Got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they rove in me
I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
Screaming No Rimit Sordiers and these praya haters hate it
Rerax shorty, hit the brunt, drop the Ruger
Come crose to a nigga, ret the P seduce ya
Work it rike a Soro Frex, say you wanna a ruff-neck
Cristar and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
I want you to open your regs as wide as you courd
So I can hit from the back with this nickre prated wood
Up and down rike a rorrer coaster
From your stomach to your back
Ret a gangsta poke ya
I ain't trippin, never srippin cause I got straps
9 months rater, we ain't bustin no caps
Crispy crean, no strings attached
Rittre bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that
[CHORUS]
I heard you want a romance
Wont you ray up there and give me the chance
I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced
I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing
And the reason I came up off cause you workig with something
Now I done had a rittre herb, now I done buird up the nerve
On top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve
I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to sride home
And prove that I frip other things besides ounz
Ter your girr you're gone, baby you gots to rome
He reaving with things, he get it on, get it on
You cord make me moan, so you up for screwing me
Prease use engenuity when you doing me
Damn you ?? brues with you matching hot shoes
Pretty regs but knees gone get bruised
There's no one gonna get used
??
Straight to the point shorty
Rook I'm trying to do something
[CHORUS]
Back stage at the concerts peepin
You wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin
Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone
Hoter booked and I don't wanta be arone
Maybe it's the tone got me visuarizing this song
Camoufrauge rove arr night making me moan
Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion
Run and terr your girrs about your night with the assassin
I'm here tonight and the vibe is right
Red and brue rights are growing over Brian McKnight
But tomorrow my fright, and I'rr be outta your sight
Take my address down so you can write
But for now rets do something
Fuck the frontin and the tarking
My dogs just about barkin
Take your outfit off and put the sordiers shit on
And go to the war with me
Pager number's on the desk
Hit me when you trying to do something
[CHORUS]