Artist: Frost f/ A.L.T., Young De/Demrick Album: All Oldies Song: I Got to Do Wrong Typed by: Wammy Giveaway [Bobby] "Nobody saw me walking And nobody heard me talking Seems like I gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong Before they notice me" --> The Whispers [Verse 1: A.L.T.] Back in the days before I kicked it on the blocks Since a child, in the front yard, I used to play with blocks, man Momma was a good momma, watched me like a hawk But I loved drama, used to watch 'em gangstas slangin' rocks On the playground Man, I would prove that I was down Take the fattest little bully and I'd always knock him down You better run, and teachers used to think that I was dumb After school, at the store, I'm jacking candy and gum As a teen, I turned it into vodka and rum I got popped at fifteen and did a year for a gun While I was bustin', that was when I started writing songs And it seems like I gotta do, I gotta do wrong Chorus: Bobby "Seems like I gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong" "Seems like I gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong" "Seems like I gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong" "Seems like I gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong, gotta do wrong" --> The Whispers [Verse 2: Young De] It wasn't my choice (Naw) Cause God gave me this voice And I had to make it happen, rappin' or scrappin' {*nigga*} Any means necessary, do good or do bad Fuck it, I just did what I had to do No, I ain't askin' you Should I, could I, no questions I keep on steppin', with my hand on my weapon There's lessons to be learned, every dollar that you earn Make a {*nigga*} slow down cause he gotta wait his turn (Turn...) And I'm back smokin' Back spittin' that potent poetry, too deep to play games Too deep to say names, too deep to ride with lame Dudes like you and your crew We gettin' paid, get paper (Paper...) Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Frost] Now I never been in love, but I did come close And this girl had the most ass on the west coast She a rider, so I had to sit down beside her More ass than a donkey, more legs than a spider And she flexes, so I had to dump my ex's Them titties were big, just like Alaska and Texas She drove a Lexus, had to cash in a credit Man, I'm a hustler, I had to go and get it But this cheeba's gon' fuck it up fo sho if I let it She believe anything I say, if I said, I said it But one time, homey, I was gone too long And my woman said, "Enough, mayne, you gotta do wrong" Repeat Chorus