Yo, you just roll, baby, go, what you do to your friends
You got to go, baby, go if you do it again
But if you cook just like a drifter like you know what to do
So you rager with the pager just until we were through
I don't understand why I gotta be good but
I don't know, but I feel like I should
Baby, I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
And then I spit you out, you know why
You gotta go with the dole
Like to live with the danger
Never knowing if you're going
Bust a cap on a stranger
A ghost on a quarter like hustler or fag
But you're coping with the dopers, want a faggity fag
Now, I don't understand why I gotta be good but
I don't know, but I feel like I should
Baby, I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and then I cut you down
And then I spit you out, you know why
Oh
Baby, I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
And then I spit you out, you know why
So when I dress you up and then I'll cut you down
And then I'll spit you out, yeah, I'll spit you out
Baby, I don't, oh yeah, I
You know why
