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Date: December 17, 2008
This is how D do
D make a move and act a fool while he up in the club
This is how D do
Nobody do it like D do it so show him some love
This is how D do
D make a move and act a fool while he up in the club
This is how D do
Nobody do it like D do it so show him some love
Fresh like, unhh; Monte, unnh
Lindros stick, JBC coupons
You don't want, none
Geeks betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that grill,
Come get, some
Spatula grip, pump
Punks betta not step on my spongee Air, Ones
Ladies also call me, Ron
Horn look out cause here I, come
OV, unh
Stepinksi found me in the, slums
Powerful stache, one hand on my gun
I was doin' lot pick-ups since Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Crotchy pass the puck
These D-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Jim and coke
Scorin' goals by the ton
I'm bangin' them top corner like Crosby, unh
I'll make all the fans cum, cold air in my lungs
Suckas left at the blue line when Dingo wanna, run
I put 3 pucks in the net and made Gee-ko-lade
WD40 on the shoes look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, 23 goals and got paid
OV needs to learn how to play both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, homie, u can't see me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best, cell phone on my hip
Purple on my chest
They say I'm so good
Cuz I'm GC hood
Green jersey folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Kapitoler gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me D money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to score more goals
Green ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
[Hook]
I now put gold tape on my stick to score four
New gloves so clean who knows how many more
Hint one thing mang, that ass No Show
He's all washed up, Geeks ain't gettin' what they paid for
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best, Knights shootin’ from the
hip
A-side chain on my chest (Ah!)
31, unh
Wendys, unh
Step came 'n got Dingo fresh out the, slum
Automatic stick
Deke 'em one-on-one
I'll wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready? Here I come
Call Swick Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It may take 340 days
But Dingo will get it done
Signed with Knight unit
Had the sceptics like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, pumped
Thinkin I'm in a slump?
Check your fuckin head
I score at will like a machine gun
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My goals look, betta
Than average
At ol' Ex I'm a savage
I damage
Any Geek tryin' to front on my clique (D-Unit!)
Date: March 9, 2007
I want my, I want my JBC
I want my, I want my JBC
Now look at Dingo, that's the way you do it
You be the GM at a Wendys
That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your JBCs for free
Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya, this guy ain't dumb
Maybe get some mayo on your little finger
Maybe get some ketchup on your thumb
We got to count these damn beans
Custom made excel spreadsheets
We got to work these balance sheet statements
We got to work this damn OT
The Biggie Knight with the pins and the headset
Yeah, buddy, that's his own pair
That Biggie Knight got his own Monte
That Biggie Knight he's a millionaire
I shoulda learned to stack them fries
I shoulda learned to pick up the lot
Look at that man, he's got ladies by the dozen man
Man we could have some
And he's up there, what's that, drive-thru noises
Some idiot honkin' on the horn like a chimpanzee
Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your JBCs for free
We got to count these damn beans
Custom made excel spreadsheets
We got to work these balance sheet statements
We got to work this damn OT
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You be the GM at a Wendys
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your JBCs for free
Money for nothin' and JBCs for free
I want my, I want my, I want my JBC...(repeat)
Date: Dec 12, 2006
Artist: Dingo ft. K-Red
Song: Golden Geeks Lose Control
Album: Playing With Fire
We did it again! WOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
that's right, Geeks just don't get it
we let you feel it
like you're in control
got the ref on your side, Knights score 5 hole, no goal
valet your ride, grab your stick
we all know how it goes
Geeks up 3-1, 2 minutes left and they lose control
step up on the ice, Babinksi just cleaned
not the outcast that they label D
i'm rollin' with a team, with talent so deep
we in and out Alive everyday of the week
and i make them hits, when they drop the puck
that's when you hear me say from the bench, OV you suck!
let me take y'all back to 5o'clock
when i roll in the Monte after pickin' up the lot
but not before I get a BJ from the lady
n throw down some Junior Bacons, oh that's hot
hit the ice early to play a new team
no need for intros cuz they recognize me
the lifestyle, the A side championship, the fast cars
Geeks don't hate 'cuz i'm a superstar, and i'm marrying a
superstar
invitations to next year's wedding no matter who you are,
cmon
that's right, Geeks just don't get it
we let you feel it
like you're in control
got the ref on your side, Knights score 5 hole, no goal
valet your ride, grab your stick
we all know how it goes
Geeks up 3-1, 2 minutes left and they lose control
Geeks up 3 to 1
OV talkin shit
Stevie screamin' at the ref, he's pissed
Green never played a team with heart like this
Purple in the veins, Steppa tattooed "Knights" on his wrist
and his girl too, it's no coincidence, that he's finally
engaged, Dingo
next
Golinksi never been a digger but throwin' hip checks
New goalie's playin' hot, Purple cranks up the D-fence
time winding down, need to even the score
A side on our minds, this year, one more
Knights dug themselves a hole, another deficit
it don't matter, Geeks will blow, boy you can bet on it
120 seconds, Parnell scores a softy
Green no longer shoutin' like they won Grammy's
40 seconds left, one last drive
OVL to Parnell to Steppa, in the net after two times
that's right, Geeks just don't get it
we let you feel it
like you're in control
got the ref on your side, Knights score 5 hole, no goal
valet your ride, grab your stick
we all know how it goes
Geeks up 3-1, 2 minutes left and they lose control
that's right, Geeks just don't get it
we let you feel it
like you're in control
got the ref on your side, Knights score 5 hole, no goal
valet your ride, grab your stick
we all know how it goes
Geeks up 3-1, 2 minutes left and they lose control
Raghoo will break you down
Bet that Goo will break you down
Dingo gets so busy on the ice with his rythmic flows
That's bound to leave D-men hangin' when they get exposed
'cause the way he display his style is wicked
So run up to your counters, and go and get your Knights
A-side playoff tickets
Girls got dreams of blowing him down south
But this D-unit soldier melts in your hands and not in your
mouth
The dramatical, craft-matical, soul fanatic
And nadic, with the crazy lot pick-up that's automatic
Flowin' like them bolts from the sky like Zeus
An old schooler, who drops fry-baskets like a ruler
or protractor, you don't have no nactor
Hang with him, just ask the Geeks, he's no actor
That shit is real homes, huge traps, so bring your own dice
so we call roll, gonna lose, D's takin' all your dough
Punch you in your eye and come raid your town
With the sound full of spunk as D breaks it down
'cause it's...
Raghoo will break you down
Bet that Goo will break you down
It's legit...Scored with stick legit
(three times)
Sweat running all over my chest (chest) i don't quit no!
I just press harder (Yea!) than i ever did before going for
The dreams that i have in store in my mind (mind) and i know
That i'm makin it i gotta score mine and nobody's takin it
away
(No!) cause D-Unit don't play that you try to get mine
boy you better step back freeze (freeze) cause
You don't want none i hustle for my muscle and OV look
Weak son (real weak) yea!... i'm goin for all that i can get
Shootin' at the top cause i'm too legit to quit...sing!...
Chorus
It's legit... Scored with stick legit (hey...hey...) It's
legit...it's legit
... Score with stick legit...(hey...) It's legit... Score
with stick legit
(it's legit...) it's legit... score with stick legit...
when i aim high post don't you play me close a deke and
smack
a get you back and i'll hit with a dose of BIGGIE power
and charge you by the hour i'm shakin like a quake and funks
get devoured i choose to abuse, misuse and confuse
competitors who think they're makin up all the rules, fools
in the game lame and insane it's a shame i gotta do this but
i remain the same unchanged gettin better never known
as a sweater shootin' it at the top corner cause i got
myself together
so roll with a guy who's physical and fit knows the time
and has now score with stick legit...sang!
Repeat chorus x2
"This is How D Do"
[Hook]
This is how D do
D make a move and act a fool while he up in the club
This is how D do
Nobody do it like D do it so show him some love
This is how D do
D make a move and act a fool while he up in the club
This is how D do
Nobody do it like D do it so show him some love
Fresh like, unhh; Monte, unnh
Lindros stick, JBC coupons
You don't want, none
Geeks betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that grill,
Come get, some
Spatula grip, pump
Punks betta not step on my spongee Air, Ones
Ladies also call me, Ron
Horn look out cause here I, come
OV, unh
Stepinksi found me in the, slums
Powerful stache, one hand on my gun
I was doin' lot pick-ups since Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Crotchy pass the puck
These D-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Jim and coke
Scorin' goals by the ton
I'm bangin' them top corner like Crosby, unh
I'll make all the fans cum, cold air in my lungs
Suckas left at the blue line when Dingo wanna, run
I put 3 pucks in the net and made Gee-ko-lade
WD40 on the shoes look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, 23 goals and got paid
OV needs to learn how to play both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, homie, u can't see me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best, cell phone on my hip
Purple on my chest
They say I'm so good
Cuz I'm GC hood
Green jersey folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Kapitoler gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me D money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to score more goals
Green ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
[Hook]
I now put gold tape on my stick to score four
New gloves so clean who knows how many more
Hint one thing mang, that ass No Show
He's all washed up, Geeks ain't gettin' what they paid for
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best, Knights shootin’ from the
hip
A-side chain on my chest (Ah!)
31, unh
Wendys, unh
Step came 'n got Dingo fresh out the, slum
Automatic stick
Deke 'em one-on-one
I'll wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready? Here I come
Call Swick Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It may take 340 days
But Dingo will get it done
Signed with Knight unit
Had the sceptics like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, pumped
Thinkin I'm in a slump?
Check your fuckin head
I score at will like a machine gun
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My goals look, betta
Than average
At ol' Ex I'm a savage
I damage
Any Geek tryin' to front on my clique (D-Unit!)
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