Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, Quik check this out dog
You know motherfuckers be doing way way too motherfucking much
You know? That's real
Just like baby right here, she doing too much

Now if that nigga next to you got a rented car
And he acting like it's his but you know it's not
Say he doing too much, yeah nigga you doing too much
And if that stuck-up bitch got the bar posted-up
She acting like that hair's hers but you know what's up
Say she doing too much, yeah baby you doing too much

I gave my kinfolk the keys to my Suburb
I told em "Hit the side and slide and get the herb"
But guess who's calling, Pipedream Patty
Made that nigga park my who ride beside the alley
Forget about that nigga though (fuck that nigga)
Fuck that nigga yo
But I can't forget about him cause he taught me everything I know
Oh no Joe, walking down the wrong lane
Tooting on that cocaine, fucking wit that wrong thing
Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn)
Then fake the funk, doggonnit
Now loc, look at this predicament
You smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it wit
Niggas like you, used to be in my crew
Goddamn, they don't make niggas like they used to
I remember Marley Marl and the Juice Crew
That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce-deuce

Now if you're doing for your family and you can't stand it
Cause you know these motherfuckers trying take advantage
Say they doing too much, yeah nigga you doing too much
And if your kinfolk broke and he smoke dope
And he need to catch a motherfucking different stroke
Say he doing too much, yeah Joey you doing too much

We parlay, parlay everyday DPG style
We might throw a pool party every once in a while
Now in fact we gon' do one this weekend
Let's see how many hoes me and my nigga Rose can weed in
I believe in, sharing the cock
Also, I believe in comparing the cock
Look, don't knock a nigga like me (why?)
Cause she love the way I just beat up the pussy
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she went down on me
She blew a nigga socks off, got a nigga rocks off
Oh wee, baby you's a freak
Put my homey up on game like a gangsta
But my homey fell in love and he banked her
Ain't that a trip? Now we in a twist
Back in the county wit the red ribbon on his wrist

Now when a nigga hit his girl and she don't hit back
And he get his third strike wit no get back
Say he doing too much, yeah homey you doing too much
And when the homey in the pen, doing a sin
And his girlfriend fucking wit his best friend
Say she doing too much, hell yeah she doing too much

I'm living up in the hills, wine sipping wit mills
I'm having major type of paper, I ain't tripping off bills (still)
Show me some respect and accept my coolness
And don't mistake my kindness to mean I'm foolish
Use this as a warning, cause I'm starting
To figure it's some niggas think I'm soft as Charmin
Pardon me, cause I ain't mad when you get bent
But I hate when fools mistake me for U.S. spray
Friends and family, getting after me like repo
Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw em a c-note
You doing too much when you clutching on my touch-tone
Calling strays over nigga leading months gone
Conversate for fo' hours, wasting mo' power
And only get to hit a cold shower
You faking like you're making more moves than Simpson
But fronting, pushing buttons, doing nothing but sin

And when a nigga on yo' phone, running up yo' bill
Trying to tell some hoodrat bitch how he feel
You know he doing too much, yeah nigga you doing too much
And when your baby momma crying bout she need some milk
And you heard some other nigga did been at her tilt
You know she doing too much, yeah baby you doing too much
That's real