Geto Boys - Do It Like A G.o. Lyrics
Department Chrone Master Speaking.
Yo "D" What's up?
Just chillin' man What's up?
Give 'em Geto Boys a ring.
Hold 'em down.
Geto Boys.
Ay.
What's up "G"?
Yeah Man I've got Willie "D" on the other end.
What's up Will?
What's up man? What's up fellas?
Y'know.
Say fellas. I've been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man
and I'm tired of m************ disrespecting us because we're black owned
and won't sell out. So check this out. We need to get together and go to
that other level of the game and do it like a G.O.
Say no more, cuzz we're on the telephone.
We get them m************ man.
I'm back like a rebel making trouble,
I'm an a**assin,
Kickin' a** on the double,
No m*********** alive is gonna stop me,
So f*** you and your g******n posse.
It's time to step on some m***********' toes,
[Naaah Dee],
Man f*** them hoes.
The East Coast ain't playin' our songs,
I want to know what the hell's goin' on,
Give me my card--radio sucker,
I'll kick your a**,
And take the m***********,
Everybody know New York is where it began,
So let the ego-s*** end.
Black radio is being disowned,
Not by the other race--but its own,
A lot of bullshit records make hits,
Because the radio is all about politics,
Action is my identity,
Whoever you be,
[Don't don't don't f*** WITH ME!],
My last go,
The radio struck me with a low blow,
Now I'm doin` it like a G.O.
Everybody's coming with guns,
n***** gettin' pimped by Columbians,
They put 'em on the streets like a b****,
n****'s slangin',
But the Puerto Rican gettin' rich,
I never sold the mess,
But if I did,
It would be,
For my g****** self,
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust,
Bushwick tell these m************ what's up.
When will you stupid m************ learn,
In this game one way or another you get burned.
You end up behind bars,
Or lying on your back in a m***********' morgue,
And your gal'l find another n*****,
'Cause the [unknown word] b**** ain't nothin' but a gold digger,
I'll f*** her but my money is a "no-no!",
[Why?],
I'm a hoe so I do it like a G.O.
f***** up politics,
Those tie wearin' b******,
can suck my d***,
They try to ban my style of teaching,
But freedom of speech,
allow me to keep speaking to the people,
about s*** like racism,
It's deep into the heart of the school system,
Whites get more funds from the state,
And this is why minorities learn so late,
Some of us make it to college,
And take a test to the highest degree,
With limited knowledge,
Most of us won't pass the b****,
And those whiten a** m************ know this,
I'm not Malcolm X or Farrakhan,
After this one,
I guess I'll have to pack a gun,
So if you want to f*** with this brother,
You better be ready m***********,
Or you gonna have to G.O.
Willie D is not a bigot and he won't be,
I just educate minds to reality,
This ain't no m*****f***** back to Africa,
try to pull that s***,
We'll have a massacre,
Our sisters were killed at will,
Bought and sold like a used automobile,
We forced a back to exist,
Now we're killing one another,
Ain't that a b****.
Ready Red comin' at ya,
Holding my ground like a m***********' statue,
You take nothin' from me so stop trippin',
Unless you want to take a m*****f***** a** whippin',
b****,
m********* the KKK,
Wearing dresses and s***,
What the f*** is they gay,
A color blind society will never be,
Unless we agree,
[harmony],
to do it like a G.O.
Rap-a-Lot.
Hey J this is the president of White-owned records. We see you still
survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. If you don't we
will. Or here's another alternative. We take 95% of your company and you
take five and we'll make you famous within ten years. It would take you a
lifetime by yourself because you know your people don't stick together. What
you say about that boy?
Man f*** you.
I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! Just who the hell you
think you are anyway?
I'm a livin' m*********** G. I ain't to be f***** with.
If you want to go to war. I take you to war.
Department Chrone Master Speaking.
Yo "D" What's up?
Just chillin' man What's up?
Give 'em Geto Boys a ring.
Hold 'em down.
Geto Boys.
Ay.
What's up "G"?
Yeah Man I've got Willie "D" on the other end.
What's up Will?
What's up man? What's up fellas?
Y'know.
Say fellas. I've been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man
and I'm tired of m************ disrespecting us because we're black owned
and won't sell out. So check this out. We need to get together and go to
that other level of the game and do it like a G.O.
Say no more, cuzz we're on the telephone.
We get them m************ man.
I'm back like a rebel making trouble,
I'm an a**assin,
Kickin' a** on the double,
No m*********** alive is gonna stop me,
So f*** you and your g******n posse.
It's time to step on some m***********' toes,
[Naaah Dee],
Man f*** them hoes.
The East Coast ain't playin' our songs,
I want to know what the hell's goin' on,
Give me my card--radio sucker,
I'll kick your a**,
And take the m***********,
Everybody know New York is where it began,
So let the ego-s*** end.
Black radio is being disowned,
Not by the other race--but its own,
A lot of bullshit records make hits,
Because the radio is all about politics,
Action is my identity,
Whoever you be,
[Don't don't don't f*** WITH ME!],
My last go,
The radio struck me with a low blow,
Now I'm doin` it like a G.O.
Everybody's coming with guns,
n***** gettin' pimped by Columbians,
They put 'em on the streets like a b****,
n****'s slangin',
But the Puerto Rican gettin' rich,
I never sold the mess,
But if I did,
It would be,
For my g****** self,
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust,
Bushwick tell these m************ what's up.
When will you stupid m************ learn,
In this game one way or another you get burned.
You end up behind bars,
Or lying on your back in a m***********' morgue,
And your gal'l find another n*****,
'Cause the [unknown word] b**** ain't nothin' but a gold digger,
I'll f*** her but my money is a "no-no!",
[Why?],
I'm a hoe so I do it like a G.O.
f***** up politics,
Those tie wearin' b******,
can suck my d***,
They try to ban my style of teaching,
But freedom of speech,
allow me to keep speaking to the people,
about s*** like racism,
It's deep into the heart of the school system,
Whites get more funds from the state,
And this is why minorities learn so late,
Some of us make it to college,
And take a test to the highest degree,
With limited knowledge,
Most of us won't pass the b****,
And those whiten a** m************ know this,
I'm not Malcolm X or Farrakhan,
After this one,
I guess I'll have to pack a gun,
So if you want to f*** with this brother,
You better be ready m***********,
Or you gonna have to G.O.
Willie D is not a bigot and he won't be,
I just educate minds to reality,
This ain't no m*****f***** back to Africa,
try to pull that s***,
We'll have a massacre,
Our sisters were killed at will,
Bought and sold like a used automobile,
We forced a back to exist,
Now we're killing one another,
Ain't that a b****.
Ready Red comin' at ya,
Holding my ground like a m***********' statue,
You take nothin' from me so stop trippin',
Unless you want to take a m*****f***** a** whippin',
b****,
m********* the KKK,
Wearing dresses and s***,
What the f*** is they gay,
A color blind society will never be,
Unless we agree,
[harmony],
to do it like a G.O.
Rap-a-Lot.
Hey J this is the president of White-owned records. We see you still
survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. If you don't we
will. Or here's another alternative. We take 95% of your company and you
take five and we'll make you famous within ten years. It would take you a
lifetime by yourself because you know your people don't stick together. What
you say about that boy?
Man f*** you.
I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! Just who the hell you
think you are anyway?
I'm a livin' m*********** G. I ain't to be f***** with.
If you want to go to war. I take you to war.