Song Lyrics

ODM
Yeah, what's up dog
Drop that
Yeah
Right here
Yeah
Real quick
Brown
'Cause we do what we do homey
That's right
It's Yogi Bear
99, 99
Hey yo Yogi, why don't you come with that shit homey

Wake up in the morning, shit what are you kidding me
My mom's a bitch, she don't feel like hearing me
I gotta take a leak so I put on my house slippers
Gotta shave my dome so I grab my clippers
It's sunny as usual, another day to put it down
And all the dust settled in my town
I got happy when my dog got out
I had to run him down about who was shot out
I pumped down the mix and why I got out
I gotta make this money man, that's what it's about
So from the East County to the South Bay
To my posses on Broadway, it's Dago and problemas
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
I got riders in the storm and the outskirt
It ain't nothing but a word from the mero mero
Ain't you Yogi? I see you heard my demo

We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
'Cause we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami

Gotta make some phone calls to see what's up for tonight
Gotta find something fresh for me to sport for tonight
So I shoot to the mall, I hear my name being called
'Cause everytime that I go I see somebody that I know
My pager's blowing up so I gots to use the phone
It's the homeboy from Low Pro talking about a party in the zone
And Royal gots some hynas that wanna kick it with us
But more than likely dog we're going to the club
I gotta get creased up before the homies pick me up
I gotta get hectic so I'm pumping the homies up
Now we're South of the border, straight thugs and hoochie mamas
We use a broken bottle when we meet some drama
And it's guaranteed, so won't see the baby's mama
And the DJ keep on spinning and the spot be getting hotter
And me and my homies torn the club down because we're fools
And yeah yeah, We Be Clubbing like Ice Cube

We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
'Cause we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in the club or getting some love
We gonna do what we do mami

I bump beats and write raps trying to make mula stacks
Got all the homeboys asking where the hynas at
We flipping you-eys for hoochies, I'm watching you jock
As I shoot through the zone, old school hard drop
Chicks scream out the window like they're long shot
As I lean to they side they throw the bone eye
You see I'm not a player I just crush a lot
You see I'm not a gangster but I'll rush your spot
I be knowing about them broads that talk a lot
So we pull over and post up at the taco shop
Hey yo Yogi Bear be buzzing off that bacardi hard
I'm thinking to myself dog we gotta make it pop
So while these chicks be jocking us we tell them follow us
Back to the spot 'cause we bound to rock
Stopped to buy some brew and a bottle of malibu
'Cause we're gonna do what we do when we do it

We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
'Cause we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami

We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
'Cause we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami

Waiel Yaghnam, Cornell Haynes, Jason Bridges

The duration of Another One is 3:58 minutes and seconds.