I Just Do Me lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Intro]
Rav, mic check one, two
One time for your mind right here

[Verse 1: Rav]
O.K. check it out
Yo, these dorks just be cussing
When I come forth through the door that I'm busting
These rhymes they just say
"Man of course you are nothing
Old-school flow so boring and just is nothing new"
So of course man I'm rushing
Into the booth, make some more of these f*cking
Old-school tracks just to p*ss em' off more
All these dorks and whores simply know f*cking nothing, yeah
Anyway yo, the point of this track should
Be how I hate prejudice little bast*rds
That I see to run into on public transport
From kids to old people, man they just have to
Jump to conclusions, expect me to be
Either a delinquent or nerd certaintly
Yo, you don't know me
Don't treat me like sh*t
Don't be narrow-minded
Yo, don't be a b*tch
I ain't plan to cause trouble
Ain't plan to rob you
Just wanna get from A to B, what the f*ck dude?
I'm so professional, flow so exceptional
Cause I just do me, but I ain't solosexual (Oh sh*t!)
I just do me, I just do me but I ain't solosexual
[L.J.]
Yeah, uh, uh, uh uh, uh

[Rav]
I just do me but I ain't solosexual

[L.J.]
2000 and, O.K, ten

[Rav]
Ha, yeah, yo, aye L.J. let's go

[Verse 2: L.J.]
And while y'all see me do me
I'm on the greenscreen
Throwing up money like I got indigestion
Question my thoughts, and you will be dissected
Reflecting, I think deep and move on with procession
Protection at an all high
Used to contraception
The picture says 1,000 words
My di*k is a whole message
Soldier of love? Yes, I'm a pus*y veteran
Blowing testosterone while seducing her estrogen, uh
Tight 'n' nasty
See, the flow is classy
Got you all glassy-eyed and your daughter asking:
"Mommy, who is this n*gga that you're locked up in your room with?"
Baby, I don't know, but he's slicker than some Cool Whip
Or is it Cool "Hwip?"
Man, f*ck the bullsh*t
Most of these n*ggas can't even come up with this cool sh*t
(Real!) On the real, you crab n*ggas know the deal
But the deal's been sealed
n*ggas applying for appeals, uh
[Outro]
Yeah, uh, I just do me but I ain't solosexual, haha
2000 and twenty, hehe
Fourty, sixty!
n*gga, if twelve doesn't happen, you know what I'm saying, like
Aye, aye, aye
Let's talk about money
Let's talk about money
You can slap it when you want, aye
Yeah!
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