Yo, FC for life, ha, ha, ha
Things you do to me, things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Check this shit out
Yo, I got an eye for you, so why do I socialize
'Bout run it back, run it back, I got an
Eye for you, so why do I socialize
Don't ask me why I look in your eyes
And fantasize 'bout you and I
Then I wish I, now I'm the
Fly shit that you like run it back I'm the
Fly shit that you like, and I
Despise you and didn't surprise to see me in
The ride, you told me lies, and all this time
You was the sly shit I despise
Why you be shy? Can't look me in the eye
I wonder why you do the do to me
Things you do to me (run it back)
Things you do to me, things you do to me (run it back)
Things you do to me, things you do to me
I knew this girl by the name of Hot Pants
I miss her pants, babe you know you accelerate
You made me wait, for a goddamn day
I mean the nerve of this chick, giving ass so late
But you straight, you straight maybe you shouldn't be so hard
I mean, oh, my God run it back oh my god!
Mean 1-1-1, its not a murder uh
And even if I was I wouldn't murder ya, come here, girl
Give me all your uh, give me all your uh
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you said to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me
What's the problem Ach-im? You better come clean
Get you whacked cause you wack
It's like a Kodak (run it back)
What's the problem Ach-im? You better come clean
Get you whacked cause you wack
It's like a Kodak, what I mean, your photograph
My mind, had me runnin' for telegraph
For you, oh, for our conversation we will f*ck
On the roof at a tantra, say mama hold it back
The stimulator, tantrum master
Visualize the lotus, ladies and women the khakis is in my lingum
Notice the tactic, your mine (run it back) your mine
Things you do to me, uh oh
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me
Things U Do Video (MV)
Performed By: Slum Village
Language: English
Length: 3:27
Written by: James Dewitt Yancey, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed
Slum Village - Things U Do Lyrics
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English
Yo, FC for life, ha, ha, ha
Things you do to me, things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Check this shit out
Yo, I got an eye for you, so why do I socialize
'Bout run it back, run it back, I got an
Eye for you, so why do I socialize
Don't ask me why I look in your eyes
And fantasize 'bout you and I
Then I wish I, now I'm the
Fly shit that you like run it back I'm the
Fly shit that you like, and I
Despise you and didn't surprise to see me in
The ride, you told me lies, and all this time
You was the sly shit I despise
Why you be shy? Can't look me in the eye
I wonder why you do the do to me
Things you do to me (run it back)
Things you do to me, things you do to me (run it back)
Things you do to me, things you do to me
I knew this girl by the name of Hot Pants
I miss her pants, babe you know you accelerate
You made me wait, for a goddamn day
I mean the nerve of this chick, giving ass so late
But you straight, you straight maybe you shouldn't be so hard
I mean, oh, my God run it back oh my god!
Mean 1-1-1, its not a murder uh
And even if I was I wouldn't murder ya, come here, girl
Give me all your uh, give me all your uh
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you said to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me
What's the problem Ach-im? You better come clean
Get you whacked cause you wack
It's like a Kodak (run it back)
What's the problem Ach-im? You better come clean
Get you whacked cause you wack
It's like a Kodak, what I mean, your photograph
My mind, had me runnin' for telegraph
For you, oh, for our conversation we will f*ck
On the roof at a tantra, say mama hold it back
The stimulator, tantrum master
Visualize the lotus, ladies and women the khakis is in my lingum
Notice the tactic, your mine (run it back) your mine
Things you do to me, uh oh
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Check this shit out
Yo, I got an eye for you, so why do I socialize
'Bout run it back, run it back, I got an
Eye for you, so why do I socialize
Don't ask me why I look in your eyes
And fantasize 'bout you and I
Then I wish I, now I'm the
Fly shit that you like run it back I'm the
Fly shit that you like, and I
Despise you and didn't surprise to see me in
The ride, you told me lies, and all this time
You was the sly shit I despise
Why you be shy? Can't look me in the eye
I wonder why you do the do to me
Things you do to me (run it back)
Things you do to me, things you do to me (run it back)
Things you do to me, things you do to me
I knew this girl by the name of Hot Pants
I miss her pants, babe you know you accelerate
You made me wait, for a goddamn day
I mean the nerve of this chick, giving ass so late
But you straight, you straight maybe you shouldn't be so hard
I mean, oh, my God run it back oh my god!
Mean 1-1-1, its not a murder uh
And even if I was I wouldn't murder ya, come here, girl
Give me all your uh, give me all your uh
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you said to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me
What's the problem Ach-im? You better come clean
Get you whacked cause you wack
It's like a Kodak (run it back)
What's the problem Ach-im? You better come clean
Get you whacked cause you wack
It's like a Kodak, what I mean, your photograph
My mind, had me runnin' for telegraph
For you, oh, for our conversation we will f*ck
On the roof at a tantra, say mama hold it back
The stimulator, tantrum master
Visualize the lotus, ladies and women the khakis is in my lingum
Notice the tactic, your mine (run it back) your mine
Things you do to me, uh oh
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me, things you do to me
Things you do to me
Writer: James Dewitt Yancey, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network