Dope D.O.D. & Chubeats - Don't Fix It

Back with a bang better watch your step
I know a couple dudes that'll cut your neck
One snap of the finger they ready to go
We got the recipe on lock for the real raw funk so
If it ain't broke dont fix it
Don't get it twisted
We stil in the game like Limp Bizkit
Motherfuckers think they shining
I'm glistening
Motherfuckers think they rhymin they whispering
You can see the Ghosttown skyline glimmering
Straight to your door we're delivering
Goosebump music defining the times that we living in
That shit I'm hitting is big as a tree trunk
It's that d o d funk
Don't listen to that cheap junk
These niggaz mumbling away
I want a refund
And now they crumbling away
You getting debunked
A link chain you remain to be the weak one
You know I like to smoke my spliff bitch
If it ain't broke don't fix it
We sticking to our guns no switching
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Surviving in a cut throat business
If it ain't broke don't fix it
We climbing to the top no limits
If it ain't broke don't. Fix it
I can't lie life's been a little better lately
It feels good when you got your shit together baby
I ain't vegan though, I've tried meditating
One step at a time bro we elevating
We never gave in, climb steady to the mountain peak
The mountain steep, welcome to the realms of the Reap
The sound is deep, always sticking to the recipe
This rapping shit its possessing me
We need an Exor C I.S.M
The power of Christ won't compel this madman
Ya boy like Batman I stay in my man cave all day
When I'm out of raps, that's when I call Jay
I'm all play and no work, just like Jack Torrance
These niggaz try to play with me and get the axe for it
I'm mad morbit, around the world we passporting
With your tape they just fast forward
You know I like to smoke my spliff bitch
If it ain't broke don't fix it
We sticking to our guns no switching
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Surviving in a cut throat business
If it ain't broke don't fix it
We climbing to the top no limits
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Yeah till the motherfucking wheels fall off
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Bitch you better wash those dishes
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Whiskey on the wound no stitches
If it ain't broke don't fix it
D.O.D. Army, Let's get it

Written by:
Frank Boersma, Jannes Lelieveld

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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