[Intro: Karlous Miller]
(Laco!)
We doin' this one for the DEI
(Big Boy, we back with another one)
Or for the VIPs, yeah
[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on, wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Out of the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it, like the players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck wit the fake (Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh, like all thе playa players back in the day
Nevеr fakin' the funk, never fuck wit the fake (Sometimes you gotta do it)
[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Like the UGKs and the MJGs and 8Balls
For me, they pave the way, can’t forget the scar on face
In the ghetto with my boys, mind playin' tricks for days
If you're huggin' on the curb then your elbows bound to scrape
No band aids for the low-lows
It cost a grip to slab a color change, a snow globe
Nigga I’m out here, popped the top like fields with springs a no-go
For all the times they wasn’t riding low with no show
[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on, wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Out of the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it, like the players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck wit the fake (Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh, like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck wit the fake (Sometimes you gotta do it)
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Like the kings in Egypt, crushed up velvet, regal
Stitch and tuck like weavers for the blacker the berry people
Digi dash them features, bowling ball with the swirl, I don’t see us
On top of the game like steeples, comin' down, pourin' up by the liter
Tab of the neck this flow, I’m a gift from the high I know
Came out mama womb wearing a bow
She said, "Gon' let your neon glow"
Ain't no stopping me, be on go
'Cause it’ll be times when the sun don't shine and you all alone
And no one's around but love to show
[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Sometimes you gotta do it
Wax on wax off, kick back, get your lick back like karate movies
Clean underneath the car seat, Marcus Garvey, I just gotta move it
Out of the situation that they put me in
Mad that candy paint go well with Nubian
Sometimes you gotta do it, like the players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck wit the fake (Sometimes you gotta do it)
Like uh, like all the playa players back in the day
Never fakin' the funk, never fuck wit the fake (Sometimes you gotta do it)
[Outro: Karlous Miller]
Laco!
Big Boy, we back with another one
To everybody that got an old school that ain’t running
But you won’t sell it, this your jam
Make sure you stay tuned to Cadalee Biarritz Radio
