Jaeti, Mr. Detektive - Doin' Alot - Remastered Lyrics

You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
All that running off at the mouth
Gone give you diaper rash
Imma snipe you a**
Like John Muhammad
Out the trunk I blast
I don't like your a**
Cause you's a rookie though
Wanna be Tookie hoe
Soft as cookie dough
Say he from my hood
I ain't seen this kid before
These ni**as talk more than women do
Boy I never knew
Ever since a ni**a rep grew back in middle school
Taping in the middle of some bulls*t like Picachoo
Haters go to great extents
Just to get a peak at you
And what it do
Make a ni**a look more b*tch than Blue from Blue's Clues
You lose if you think that I snooze
I keep an eye in the back of my head
Call it cyclops
Open later than Taco Bell but still up before IHOP
And I shotta
I
I
I
Shotta
Rehabbing from the Tech
That's why a ni**a Detoxin'
And the flow stay clean
You ni**as doin a lot
You need to change your routine
Na'mean
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
All that gossip you eating' up gone give you stomach cramps
Imma tell you tramps
In the hood selling half your stamps
You need to close your trap
Cause you's a hot a**
Think you got a**
So imma spend my cash
But you's a H.A.M.
Hot A** Mess
Got half you a** hangin' out your dress
In the club hangin round the bar to see what you can get
She got a Gucci bag but she ain't got a cent
But she just a hooch man out here trying to pay the rent
Pay the rent
She keep her nails done
And her hair did
She got three baby daddies and four kids
One of them ni**as got taken by the streets
The other ni**a locked up
And the last one a dead beat
She in her friend's business
Cause she ain't got none
Stirring up bullsh*t is just her way of having fun
But that'll have you losing the last true friends you got
You need slow down miss lady cause you doin a lot
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
Tell me what's going on
With all these ni**as snitchin'
Cramping up under pressure
Like some little b*tches
What should we do about 'em
Why are they still living?
Rats'll do anything
Just so they won't see prison
Ni**as hustle hard
Then they get popped
Three weeks later
Ni**a back out on the block
Seven zones are hard
Buddy working with the cops
You ain't telling me sh*t
That boy doin a lot
Ni**as get killed for less and you playin' with people's freedom
That's like playing with my son or trying to take my per diem
It ain't nothing to a boss to get your head knocked off
All we do is make the call
Here come killers in a U-Haul
Moving
So ni**a watch what you're doin
Cause it might be your life that you choose to save or ruin
Need to gone with that pattycakin' and moose-pooin'
Cause a whole damn lot is what the f*ck you're doin
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will

You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
All that running off at the mouth
Gone give you diaper rash
Imma snipe you a**
Like John Muhammad
Out the trunk I blast
I don't like your a**
Cause you's a rookie though
Wanna be Tookie hoe
Soft as cookie dough
Say he from my hood
I ain't seen this kid before
These ni**as talk more than women do
Boy I never knew
Ever since a ni**a rep grew back in middle school
Taping in the middle of some bulls*t like Picachoo
Haters go to great extents
Just to get a peak at you
And what it do
Make a ni**a look more b*tch than Blue from Blue's Clues
You lose if you think that I snooze
I keep an eye in the back of my head
Call it cyclops
Open later than Taco Bell but still up before IHOP
And I shotta
I
I
I
Shotta
Rehabbing from the Tech
That's why a ni**a Detoxin'
And the flow stay clean
You ni**as doin a lot
You need to change your routine
Na'mean
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
All that gossip you eating' up gone give you stomach cramps
Imma tell you tramps
In the hood selling half your stamps
You need to close your trap
Cause you's a hot a**
Think you got a**
So imma spend my cash
But you's a H.A.M.
Hot A** Mess
Got half you a** hangin' out your dress
In the club hangin round the bar to see what you can get
She got a Gucci bag but she ain't got a cent
But she just a hooch man out here trying to pay the rent
Pay the rent
She keep her nails done
And her hair did
She got three baby daddies and four kids
One of them ni**as got taken by the streets
The other ni**a locked up
And the last one a dead beat
She in her friend's business
Cause she ain't got none
Stirring up bullsh*t is just her way of having fun
But that'll have you losing the last true friends you got
You need slow down miss lady cause you doin a lot
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
Tell me what's going on
With all these ni**as snitchin'
Cramping up under pressure
Like some little b*tches
What should we do about 'em
Why are they still living?
Rats'll do anything
Just so they won't see prison
Ni**as hustle hard
Then they get popped
Three weeks later
Ni**a back out on the block
Seven zones are hard
Buddy working with the cops
You ain't telling me sh*t
That boy doin a lot
Ni**as get killed for less and you playin' with people's freedom
That's like playing with my son or trying to take my per diem
It ain't nothing to a boss to get your head knocked off
All we do is make the call
Here come killers in a U-Haul
Moving
So ni**a watch what you're doin
Cause it might be your life that you choose to save or ruin
Need to gone with that pattycakin' and moose-pooin'
Cause a whole damn lot is what the f*ck you're doin
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
You doin a lot
You runnin your mouth
You don't know what you're talkin' bout
You
You're saying too much
You playin' too much
You don't think that you can get touched
But you will