[Chorus: Hitta J3]
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
Go from your head to your waist
Go from your head to your waist
Do yo gudda
Like you holdin’ two straps
Then throwing on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
Like you holdin’ two straps
Then throwing on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda
[Verse 1: Problem]
First off, R.I.P fo’
Compton, California in case you didn’t know
All up on Durham with a pretty white ho
Made it out the hood but I’m still psycho
Kid wanna play, better call Tyco
Money always right nigga, no typo
Stay high in the sky like my next flight go
Do my thug, one glove, I’m the next Michael
Gudda, gudda, go bad on ‘em
Synchronize the surprise, have ‘em land on ‘em
Back when bone had the cut in ‘88, no fake
Shout to L little, Doug and Baby Eiht
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
Go from your head to your waist
Go from your head to your waist
Do yo gudda
Like you holdin’ two straps
Then throwing on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
Like you holdin’ two straps
Then throwing on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda
[Verse 1: Problem]
First off, R.I.P fo’
Compton, California in case you didn’t know
All up on Durham with a pretty white ho
Made it out the hood but I’m still psycho
Kid wanna play, better call Tyco
Money always right nigga, no typo
Stay high in the sky like my next flight go
Do my thug, one glove, I’m the next Michael
Gudda, gudda, go bad on ‘em
Synchronize the surprise, have ‘em land on ‘em
Back when bone had the cut in ‘88, no fake
Shout to L little, Doug and Baby Eiht
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