Do It Up Lyrics by Erick Sermon

Do It Up Lyrics

    [erick sermon]
    Check it out
    I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky
    Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey
    With the flavor i be kickin, dope
    Like my horoscope, a sagittarius, no joke
    Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like mike
    Who am i? (e.d.) right, right
    Can you believe it, even stevie wonder couldn't see it
    I'm catchin wreck so beat it
    Yo i contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme
    To fit you like a pair of calvin kleins
    Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin
    And have the homeboys thinkin
    I'm the man of hour, of the hour
    I found he-man, jacked him for his power (gimme that)
    Now i carry a sword, attached by a live cord
    Oh my lord!

    Chorus: erick sermon (repeat 4x)

    Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." -> slick rick}
    Watch me do it up like that.. {"like.. like.."}

    [erick sermon]
    Yeah, e's real dope (word?) yes indeed
    No one can stop me, ask apollo creed
    I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep
    Like the brady bunch, and we all smoke the blunts
    (word em up now) i get raw, raw like a fish market
    Mics i spark it, with the funky target
    You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me
    With the one-two, before i rush you and crush you
    I'm on a mission, like a church group called commission
    Word-gifted, keep the crowd uplifted (yea yea)
    E double, a nigga standin tall
    Rockin the microphone "for all of y'all"
    Word up, live on your station
    Gettin mad crowd participation, when i'm rockin the nation
    Don't forget, i'm still cock diesel
    Hoes be on me like the measles

    Chorus

    [erick sermon]
    Oh no it's the _end of the road_
    Oh my god like wanye, today was a good day
    Word, ooh yah, i rip the mic to shreds
    Enough lyrical food to keep the ethiopians fed
    Word em up {*pulls on a joint*} i inhale
    From the k.d. posse, two of my homegirls
    When i rock the mic and get freaky and nasty
    People in the industry seldom ask me
    Whassup, whassup, whassup
    Wit you e, ask eddie murphy (yea yea)
    Don't forget, to reach for the stars
    Cause i'm past that, i'm reachin for mars, so
    Peace to all those true human beings
    Hehehehe, i see you in the coliseums

    Chorus

    "this is my motherfuckin house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
    "this is my motherfuckin house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
    "this is my motherfuckin house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
    "this is my motherfuckin house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.

SEARCH LYRICS