Lyrics:

Slum Village
Do You
Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit

(Elzhi)
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Nigga...

(Elzhi)

Let me attempt to spit this
Assist this with a pen in my fist
I'm scriptin Sonny Liston's lost b
Quick six whips sick clique its Slum V
We stick chicks till their extensions fuzzy
Jewerly's thick and chunky ridiculous
Like in them pictures when slick rick was a young bee... boy
And picked his gumby I'm comfy
Till you insist you'll take my existence from me
Clack Click, the clip spits buddy
I place you in ditches like egyptians that stitched mummys
Your limpin bloody
I serve niggas like the homeless mission kitchen
We're fixing chicken for the bums free
You can't tell us we don't get this money
We keep a dollar up like richie rich's puppy
We looking for the dips with donkey's to hit
It's the Villa gorilla pimps, your chimps and monkeys bitch

(T3)
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Nigga...

(T3)

When you see me in a spot never less than a dime
Y'all might roll with 6 we sit with a 9
See, I'm a sick rapper with a flow that's divine
Y'all might flip the flow but don't flip it like mine
Y'all might roll with a squad but it ain't like mine
See I'm quick with the flow dogg I'm good to the go
Imma stack till I spit till I can't go broke
I want the Benz, the Range, I want it all, I want gold
Then I dips in the whips with the chicks in the clothes
'Cause I chill with the chicks who be the centerfolds
Then I creep to the mo, with a freak on the low
Then I come through the doe, then I mash on the flo
Yeah I keeps it moving like the local D.O.T's
Keep serving these yo's with the bad tendencies
Let a nigga do his thang, shit stop sweating me
Gone roll with a playa girl it's all hustle free

Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Jeeeaaaa

(Elzhi)
But of course it be effortless we pullin up in the porshe
Medallion the size of a horse on my necklace
We done it again, done got under your skin
We come hot like a gun pop running ur jems

(T3)
Can none stop this thing of ours
The ladies they fein and double team in gstrings and bras
Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars
Don't hate on the squad cause my niggas is stars