Hallelujah can tell this
Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed
Because shit to each's own and each owns voice
You can be stealing killing or chillin whatever your choice
Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it
Life if how you live it
I grab the mic while tha DJ groove it (turntable scratch noise)
Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick
Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick
I go on a quick mission to find some kil'
Ain't no big deal, just hop in the Seville
Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill
Wake up in the morning and I have weed still and I chill
With the brothers sipping coffee
Too old to be listenin' into what you say so hoe get off me
You're born in this world by ya self and you die alone
So as long as ya grown ya might as well gone and just

[Chorus]
Do what the fuck you want to do (Go ahead and just)
Say what the fuck you want to say

What did it all mean?
Say what you want hoe ya grown
You make decisions on your own
No one would suffer but you
So do what tha fuck you want to do

Now everybody's got elders and you should respect um
They been through similar shit but then again you can't let um
Put they hands on ya life like a remote control
Have you traveling down the same bumpy tore up road
Now close friends and relatives they should be constantly by ya side
And understand you gotta let ya conscience be your guide
There'll finally come a time for ya self you must decide
Cause you only get a ticket might as well enjoy tha ride and just

[Chorus]
And there's a couple of fucked up man made rules that we should follow
But you gotta realize you just might not wake up tomorrow
And the dollar you earn is the doller you spend
Go get something for ya kids or buy a bottle of gin
Is it a sin? I don't (don't) know
What X and O's in this game
Trying to survive, trying to get high, trying to get by and stay alive
So (Do it till ya satisfied) Not just a lil bit
But wait until ya eighty and start saying what you could of did

But what did it all mean?
Say what you want hoe ya grown
You make decisions on your own
No one would suffer but you
So do what the fuck you want to do

[Chorus]

Writer : JOHNSON, JOSEPH/COPELAND, DEVIN C
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing