Do It Again — текст песни

Did it all for money, yes I did yes I did

For the love of money

And I’d do it again, (I'd do it again)

I’d do it again, (I'd do it again)

For the love of money, (I'd do it again)

I’d do it again, (fucking right I would do it again)

For the love of power, (I'd do it again)

I’d do it again, (I'd do it again)

For the love of respect, (I'd do it again)

I’d do it again, (fucking right I would do it again)

Right here where the game at, still hard can’t change that

Feel good cause I’m still hood, I came up and then came back

We scratching them real jars, running ducking them steel bars

Stay away from them FED boys, cause I don’t need that FED charge

Love for the money I’m closing in, fuck these niggaz I’m 'pose to win

If it’s all for the power and the street respect, Young Don right here and I’ll

do it again

Me and my mama we felt the pain, check didn’t come but it 'pose to came

Got me staring at the sky like it’s 'pose to rain, I was born in the game I

ain’t 'pose to change

Hear me Lord from up above, trapped on the streets I’m still a thug

I done done everythang that a man could do, so I stand here today need nothing

but love

Real O.G.'s that kept it strong, young Don Ke just hold his own

If I lost everything I’d do it again, cause I’m 7−13 till I’m dead and gone

No pot to piss in, that’s what I come from

And God, I ain’t never met a man I’ma run from

Especially if I was wet, smoking that dumb-dumb

Fuck police, beat em up whenever some dumb

One deep for life, understand that homie

My gun always, where my hand at homie

I’m a five deuce hoover Crip

Grooving till the world stop moving, you ain’t even gotta ask that homie

Shot a couple of niggaz, couple niggaz shot me

Who the fuck told the FEDs, my nigga not me

I’m in the penitentiary, and I don’t know a nigga named Scott

But I still got away, scott-free

I, got so much love in these streets

Yeah the motherfucker hit 75 times, that it ain’t no plugging them heats

But if it’s gonna feed my family, I’d do it again

Kick your door wide open, I’d do it again

Fuck hell homie, I’ma go through it again

This merking season, I’m in the bluest again

Slipping outside, I’d never do it again

I deserve to be rich, and I’ma prove it again

Hard as I go too, you best you to get in

I just found my mind, but I’ma lose it again

And when I find it, I’ma do it again

Living my life I ain’t taste it yet, based on me I’ma place the bet

8−1 double 0 that’s my set, still rep my hood with no regret

Been through a lot still love the game, do it all again don’t sweat the pain

Did it all for the money and the love the same, for the cost of living and the

price of fame

Young Don Ke still rich and black, 7−13 they brought me back

Hear them boys on the sideline hating and all, but I’m still in the game homie

where you at

S.U.C. still getting it on, rest in peace to the G’s that’s gone

Dedicate this song right here to Screw, how’d you think a young fool here touch

the zone

15 years I kept it strong, never let a hater nigga touch the chrome

Was a real O.G. when I wrote this song, cause I gave my life to that microphone

Shout to the G’s who want the power, stand up tall nigga watch me tower

Do it for the real and not the cowards, it’s 24−7 and a extra hour

I’d do it again

For the love of money, I’d do it again

For the love of power, I’d do it again

For the love of respect, I’d do it again