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letra de misunderstood (intro freestyle) - doobie

i guess you can say, i feel a certain type of way
whe-when i hear my music play
i knew that one day, i-i-i was gonna be great
but they ain’t f-ck with me untill i got a little fame
bu-bu-but i do my thing, yeah i do my thing
i do my thing, yeah i do my thing, i’m doing my thing

pac style i couldn’t find my mother
such a picky eater i was dying of hunger
such a heavy sleeper i hope to die in my slumber
they ask me why am i stubborn
ain’t no food in the cupboard
i was so d-mn young, such big dreams
only nineteen, doing big things
i love my bros, i’ll die for my team
got the best dj in the six fourteen
i done came a long way rappin’ in that bas-m-nt
sendin’ songs to the stations but they ain’t play it
i done learned the hard way, it ain’t easy to make it
but i kept my patience, then i kept on pacing

when lebron james played for the cavaliers
me and my momma lived in a cavalier
whet down the wrong path, i ain’t know where to steer
made a few mistakes but then it brought me here
that’s why i’m standing in my same chucks
with my chain tucked
keep a smile on my face cause i know they hate us
can never be the same but they imitate us
and you know we gonna eat cause these streets raised us
back-back-back when it was me and jv
yeah-yeah i know this new sh-t ain’t me
and all them long nights in the stu made me
cause people so fake i need to see id
i’m from columbus, i f-ck with lucch
i f-ck with munati and i f-ck with moose
if you f-ck with me then i f-ck with you
if i don’t f-ck with you, then we gonna shoot
we all eat cause we started from nothin
my aunt’s on the pipe and i ain’t talkin bout plumbin
and they wonder why i use drugs to function
even cripple kids have stand for somethin
you did your thing homie, i ain’t bitter
as my heart turned cold, i was starting to shiver
i was tryin to sell my soul to the highest bidder
but all i have is my mom and i ain’t tryin to give her

i worked hard and i ain’t bout to give in
don’t show no love yall ain’t my friends
me and high life gonna see a few m’s
then i’m ah put my momma in an all white benz
i swear to god, but sometimes
i don’t know who the f-ck i’m swearing to
imagine everywhere that you go, a hundred people stop
and they stare at you
oh you miss me now but i don’t care for you
cause when i was down b-tch where were you
i’ll die before i ll be scared of you
cause i’m all blowin up like a parachute
i’m ballin b-tch i don’t need no court
hoes ain’t want me cause i was too short
but now they wanna f-ck me cause i’m on tour
but i’m married to the game shorty, i’m all yours
i kept on runnin’, i felt like forrest
i was a hard head, never did my chores
we miss you amyiah, life is short
for my little brother, i’ll show support, oh lord

i guess you can say
i feel a certain type of way
wh-when i hear my music play
i knew that one day
i-i-i was gonna be great
but they ain’t f-ck-f-ck-me, but they ain’t f-ck with me-ee-ee
but i do my thing, yeah i do my thing, i do my thing
but-i-but-i do my thing, yeah i do my thing, i do my thing

- doobie

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