Dats What I Do

English translation

-DJ EV.

-Eight MCs connect to form something more powerful than Optimus Prime. Two-one-six, the reason why they rhyme.

Let's stop the hate and stand on the front line. Unite for one cause, one goal.

Let's do this for our city. This is N Jones the General.

Now close your eyes and walk with me, as they prove to the world without a doubt that Cleveland is definitely in the house.

Cleveland what I'm repping, so tell me what the hate about.

Junior playing quarterback, don't watch me run your route. I do it for the land. You know what I stand for.

If Cleveland in the house, I gotta be the landlord. Uh, I'm repping the city, who repping it with me?

So pop off the bottles and roll up the sticky. We cocking the 40s and loading the semis.

We smoke to the ash and drink till it's empty. ECG in our breath for y'all.

Hate how you missing like all controls. Got killers on St. Clair, Linden, Craig, West

Side, G Square, all the way to Seven-R. Thirtieth, whatever y'all.

Many more streets, can't name 'em all. Hood chicks, so highest girls.

Cleveland, we got the baddest broads. Uh, they call me Ray Jr. , I'm who they blogging 'bout.

I'm from eastcleveland. com and I ain't logging out.

-Yeah, go. -I'm from the land.

-Yeah. -I'm a nutcase.

-True. -You think it's sweet?

-Yeah. -Snatch a cupcake.

-All right. -I know some Cleveland shooters.

-Where? -That never pump fake.

-Yeah. -I'm so nice, flow tight like. . .

-Hey.

-Hey, and that yellow grape, fill it with that guacamole. Piccolo, spinach color sticky dro. More bread than a general.

Quit asking where I get it from. We get it like my city do.

I can't fold my paper to -envelope. -It's your city, all right.

-C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D. -What?

All about big face Benjis. Now let me tell my history quickly.

-Let's go. -Before you out-of-towners make a entry.

-What? -This is a different world.

Dwayne, Rod, and Whitley, my city. Set trends and then we get off the white just to get in some

M's. Associates, no friends. These haters do not wanna see young Tate win.

That's how the game go. East Side, when I ride till I die. Tate from the 50, St. Clair

G's. And a slap, slap, slap, salute to all my enemies. Gone.

Cleveland definitely in the house.

Cleveland -definitely in the house. -Shame.

-Double glocking, you know me, homie. -Uh-huh.

This for the land. See, Cleveland is the city.

Its enemies, they coolin' like a -fan. -Yeah.

You stretch before games, I'm stretching bands.

On the money, fam, so I don't understand how you feeling like I ain't the man. So stop it.

-Uh. -Red sand, they out land and never mind.

-You never grand. -Uh-uh.

You never shine. Go find a stone that's bright as mine. You can't.

-Stop. -I screw you till you love it.

Make it out -in public. Touch the game with no hands. -Uh.

-Still thug as rugged K. -I pull up in something coupie.

It's your -Kodak moment, I'm ruthless. -What?

-Show buzz diamonds. -Uh.

-My watch and bracelet is stupid. -Ooh.

Cream and three groupies. Ménage à trois, boo, let's do it.

-Oh, yeah. -Creme don't cuff or love 'em.

-Oh, yeah. -They choosing, but I'm like Deuces.

I'm nuisance, got a team full of Benjis and still recruiting.

-What? -Beams on choppers.

-What? -I'm stupid.

-What? -Never been shot by Cupid.

-Ooh. -You see me, please believe me.

-Huh? -I'm stunting, this is just easy.

-Huh?

-Real as long as I'm breathing, my body -look like graffiti, uh. -Oh.

They tell me what I'm doing is rarity. Everybody else is a rarity.

-Oh.

-All these dudes wanna do what I did, but the truth, they don't compare to me. 'Cause they compare to a parody.

They copy -my words like a parrot speech. -That's right.

Tell young Shank when the bands coming in.

Fifty thousand, that'll get you a pair of skis.

I had to laugh. Shank move snow like an avalanche.

All this stunting and all this money and the women ain't nothing but the aftermath.

And no, I don't be rapping fast, but my dough come rapid fast.

Making this all about me is equivalent to -suicide with you little rappers.

-They know that's mighty, mighty, tuttle mighty. Man, I'm everything you 'posed to be.

Your chick is stressing, sweating, 'cause she wanna get up close to me. My whip from overseas. Workers I oversee.

Keep paying attention, big pockets. Man, I gotta keep 'em holding G's.

This for my rebels, soldiers, survivors. Stay true forever, swear holding the Bible.

My title,

I'm who they wanna be. Bread all in front of me. Y'all could never front on me.

Y'all wanna sing.

Cleveland definitely in the house.

Cleveland definitely -in the house. -Bring it back to the middle of the map. On

St. Clair right where the gangstas is at. Gotta get that money, never get a hustle.

I run up in the bank with the strap. EC to the Valley on back.

93rd, huh, yes, we can cut in no slack.

I'm posted outside of the bando and I got whatever you want, it's a known fact.

On that granddaddy kush and that weed got me feeling just like I can fly. Repping from Cleveland, we thugging and thieving.

Mind your ignorance, you can get slid to the side. We be out all night chasing that paper.

Biz is humming the escalator. Steadily ducking investigators.

Cocking and busting at all of you haters.