Tryin 2 Do Something - Master P, Fiend, Mac

Artist: Master P f/ Fiend, Mac

Album: Ghetto Dope

Song: Tryin To Do Something

Ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies

And uh, that mean you trying to do something

I’m trying to do something, ya’ll hear that

Chorus:

The eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear

If I could I would

And I ain’t even frontin

I’m gonna be real with ya, look I’m trying to do something

The eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear

If I could I would

And I ain’t even frontin

I’m gonna be blunt with ya, look I’m trying to do something

Maybe it’s the bud in me, or the thug in P Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me

I’m a G from the CP3 and dedicated

Screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger

Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck

Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex

I want you to open your legs as wide as you could

So I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood

Up and down like a roller coaster

From your stomach to your back

Let a gangsta poke ya I ain’t trippin, never slippin cause I got straps

9 months later, we ain’t bustin no caps

Crispy clean, no strings attached

Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that

CHORUS

I heard you want a real man

Won’t you lay up here and give me the chance

I ain’t saying romance, and what you got can be enhanced

I’m matured enough, and I ain’t approach you for nothing

And the reason I came up off it cause you working with something

Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve

On top of that my head tight from everything the bar serve

I’m pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home

And prove that I flip other things besides zones

Tell ya girls ya gone, baby you gots to roam

Who leaving with Fiend’s, he get it on, get it on You could make me moan, so you up for screwing me Please use ingenuity when you doing me Damn your dress in blues with you matching hat and shoes

Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised

Ain’t no one gonna get used

Now cut the bullshits and bluffings

Straight to the point shorty

Look I’m trying to do something

CHORUS

Back stage at the concerts peepin

You wanted me to see you and I’m thinking about creepin

Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone

Hotel booked and I don’t wanta be alone

Maybe it’s the tone got me visualizing this song

Camouflauge love all night making me moan

Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion

Run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin

I’m here tonight and the vibe is right

Red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight

But tomorrow my flight, and I’ll be outta your sight

Take my address down so you can write

But for now lets do something

Fuck the frontin and the talking

My dogs just about barkin

Take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on And go to war with me Pager number’s on the desk

Hit me when you trying to do something

CHORUS