Correct aka C-Mo Dough

Correct aka C-Mo Dough

 New York City, New York, USA
BandHip Hop

Southern and soulful beats while speaking from an exceptional lyrical mindframe. Delivering the evolution of C-Mo Dough. The attitude, the grind, the movement.

Biography

C-Mo Dough aka Correct, the latest hip hop sensation out of the DF-Dub (that’s Dallas- Fort Worth for all you nationals), is releasing his first EP, entitled “No Rules Just Code EP”. C-Mo Dough has been on the Dallas scene working with artists in the studio from Dallas to Houston to NYC and is exploding on the national level with his long awaited CD featuring tracks like 'Swang', 'We Gon See', and 'Call In'. Flowing smooth with his rap, Correct brings a new element to the rap genre and entices with his freestyle track titled ‘Body Bags'. He sets it on fire with ‘Anything’, which cleverly depicts the mentality of a brotha with the pressures of the hood weighing on his mind. On his track, 'We On Course', we get a look into this brotha’s mind with rhymes so unique; you gotta listen again and again to catch all his nuances of his lyrical madness. He is a guaranteed hit everywhere he goes, and this EP is sure to open up a lot of eyes!
Originally from Queens, New York, C-Mo Dough began his musical career in Dallas, Texas, moving big crowds on big stages such as the Texas State Fair Chevrolet Main Stage and the House of Blues in downtown Dallas. His influences are AZ, Big L, Pimp C, Biggie, Jay-Z, and K-Roc.
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Lyrics

Swang

Written By: C. Hawkins,Sean Shyst, D. Hawkins

“SWANG”
C-Mo Dough a.k.a. Correct feat DuReel Fresh & Sean Shyst

DuReel Fresh:
Ol girl say that she be seeing me
And I still be movin cool
But Im the only young man
Ridin big body round school
From Arkanas ta Memphis
Catch me on any campus
No matter what I supply
You know its gon be the d@mnist
And everytime
I see you after that you gon demand it
Soon as I see that cash
Bet your butches Ima hand it
Hop in that big 4-door
Big as a U. F. O
And vanish
Yea this money long we can hit another planet
Im in bedddd
(Bed)
Rubbin on a** and t*ts
Circle shape
Perfect shit
Like Janet was
You leave a introduction sh*t
We teachin amateur
How ta SWANG Vs
Been doin this sense 90’s
Na yall don’t know how ta

Swaang!!!
I like when the hips go
Swaang!!!
She likes when the chain go
Swaang!!!
Them big bodies whips gon
Swaang!!!
OOOOOOOOO
Swaang!!!
I like when the hips go
Swaang!!!
She likes when the chain go
Swaang!!!
Them big bodies whips gon
Swaang!!!
Whoooooooo!
Swang!!!

C-Mo Dough:
Gucci gold how I cover my feet
I get the land and the Rover
Why you still in the street?
Should have been a maid, how a ni**a handle the sweep
If you aint know right now
I'm the man right now
Got h*es thats spending over
Not the night
But they send there money over by the end of night
You should be like me
Always killing the schene
So around night-time
Another dime piped-down
From the land of D
And all arcoss the world
I been sportin fly shit, plus rings gotta piss
Excuse me, I mean my diamonds is yellow
Rather be, a John Doe
Then a snitch Richard Roe
Only way you can counter-the flow
Is if they pay for it
So you gotta counterthe flow
You kno, a G, like me
You kno I powder da flo
And leave the beat frozed up like a Eskimo
From da dope that I split
Make a h*e get grip
Then get a grip
Bet she dont slip
Nor trip on my tip/
Gotta clip on my hip
Make a muthafucka get-What!!!
And the Cadillac
Roll
Sittin on 4’s
Got the bows on the low
Never over 4
Roll thru the Grove
Sippin
Tippin
Blowin on dr*
Cant a ni$$a
F*k wit me
Im C-Mo Dough
Once had a b*tch
Now got a h*e
Never been a B*tch
Never been a h*e
Stay grippin grain
Get it understood man
I SWANG da lane
In dat Candy Thing
We Gon SWANG

Swaang!!!
I like when the hips go
Swaang!!!
She likes when the chain go
Swaang!!!
Them big bodies whips gon
Swaang!!!
OOOOOOOOO
Swaang!!!
I like when the hips go
Swaang!!!
She likes when the chain go
Swaang!!!
Them big bodies whips gon
Swaang!!!
Whooooooo!
Swang!!!

Sean Shyst:
I aint gotta spit intro
They know the name
I aint gotta spit G
Cuz they know the game
Everywhere I go
They kno the name
Sayin Hey Papi!
Like Hova came
I novacaine
Im raw coc**ne
Guess that means Im the one they gon blame
Sittin all clean
Sippin on l**n
(((Inhale)))
Blowin on dr* and h*ze
Swisha Dutches Bust it Crushs it
Roll and smoke til my eyes cant open
Swisha Dutches Bust it Crushs it
Roll and smoke til my eyes cant open
When my eyes came
Still up in the cyver
Still kept smoking
Dough had h*es with Os that’s rollin
And pass the lean like
Na Im throw shit

Swaang!!!
I like when the hips go
Swaang!!!
She likes when the chain go
Swaang!!!
Them big bodies whips gon
Swaang!!!
OOOOOOOOO
Swaang!!!
I like when the hips go
Swaang!!!
She likes when the chain go
Swaang!!!
Them big bodies whips gon
Swaang!!!
Whooooooo!
Swang!!!

We Gon See

Written By: C. Hawkins

:23
So you think you down to ride/
Hold and tote pies/
Keep the hammer on your side/
Live forever and dont die/
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See.... (Sooner or Later)
If need be you killa
Cant a nigga roll you over
Aint a hoe out there control ya
And for what its worth you a balla
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See.... (Sooner or Later)
:47
Like a man with a key, I get thru the door
And dont much nuthin worry me, except the feds of law
I ride dirty, but the game I play dirtier
so I play sicker, rat poison in my hollow tips
These niggaz bogus, see them cheering on the sideline
you put them in, and watch them turn like the jewelers eye
I see clear thru my Louies, check my blind spots
There he go right there, same with the red dot
Them buster see you doin it, and now they wanna do it
They see the chain and light, and they wanna shine right, shine bright
Me and my chopper dont know Bun and Pimp but we stay Super Tight
I gets the fuck from lames, I gets the fuck from hatas
Cuz them the ones that couldn't come up, even if they was on a elevator
Yung Core grind it out
Show me to the stairs
I'll get there
Thats the truth no dare/

1:33
So you think you down to ride/
Hold and tote pies/
Keep the hammer on your side/
Live forever and dont die/
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See.... (Sooner or Later)
If need be you killa
Cant a nigga roll you over
Aint a hoe out there control ya
And for what its worth you a balla
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See.... (Sooner or Later)
1:57
I got a fist full of money, And heart full hope
I got a bag full of crack, And a chopper with a scope
My man died its hard to cope
His momma on that needle and the a rope
My life up and down on a slope
My girl wanta nigga to elope
But I cant see the future, with a telescope
A nigga need a closer look like a microscope
To see if she's got the proper annidote
Aint seen Chloe in a while, I need to check my horoscope
And best friend out there lying to me
The shit was small, but a small seed make tree
So Damn who can I call when them keys need a babysitter
And I'd be dumb like Franks brother if I take them with us
I cant die, I sorta of like a scarifice
I scarifice my life so 20 of my closes can live alright
A King in a man's Body
My spirit free, my soul is cold, Still showin God Body

2:43
So you think you down to ride/
Hold and tote pies/
Keep the hammer on your side/
Live forever and dont die/
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See.... (Sooner or Later)
If need be you killa
Cant a nigga roll you over
Aint a hoe out there control ya
And for what its worth you a balla
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See....
Yea We Gon See.... (Sooner or Later)

We On Course

Written By: C. Hawkins

:10
U kno da flo take off
Yea We On Course
U kno my fly is G5
Yea We On Course
Stacks in the carry-on
Yea We On Course
We On Course...

Got a strap when I land
Yea We On Course
A bad chic wit sum land
Yea We On Course
Makin millions from grands
Yea We On Course

:33
Started off small time
But youngin always had a hustler spirit
On benches with bitches
Teachin em to put work up in they kittens
And how to cook up in the kitchen
Im a chemist...far gone from my major
But thats around when shit got major
Shit I looked up to Mike
Cuz he kept a fresh whip, an a fresh chic
gold chain, and sum fresh kicks
On strip with his brothers, like how fresh can life get
So all-in for the ball-in
My friend thought jokin til I take em all Southern
In a big body Expedition
Rooms paid for ya
we partyin with NBA players
Hoes lookin like whose this new player
Back then I didnt have a name
More like TB kinkolk who kept the green
And wasnt scared of road
He'll bring to schene
Look kinda mean
But was he cool as long cash the came,
Then he was off to gain again...

1:19
Chorus
1:41
And I wasnt scared
But I never had fights
Niggaz always wanted to get close to me
So they could see how things suppose to be
Always thought logical,
Played the game like six man
But always fount myself in when the last buzzer
was buzzin
I caught a 5-50 case, nice weight
Threw 10 to my lawyer on the first court date
signed paps, cuz jail aint my kinda place, tho I could handled it
which I would soon fount out,
i violated, but I knew God had a plan, so I stood like man
Thru it all learned my chic was really my chic
She never miss a visit and in the streets collected all my chips
Officially now she can claim she my bad bitch
Got out and dick her down for bout a half month
Ate her like i miss lunch and jus finish hittin a blunt
Now Im back at it with the kraftmatic
Went and got me a tax id to clear my bizness wit a business
You hear this

2:26
Chorus
2:48
Had a son, and had to fly him to see Daddys birthplace
Dats Queens, NY Murdock and Colfax where they bust caps
But whenever I touchdown, its seems like is calm now
So I headed to studio and drop Swang
Then leave the studio and got brain
Located my kinkfolk and his gang
We politic, well time tickin
Told em that they need to come to Dallas, where we could shoot
the video and get it crackin 3:12
Now back home skyscraper view from thye W
Thinkin bout these niggaz in the game man me to them
Boy I Double U, So that can only be a W
So I do declare war on boy
If he aint with me then he against me
And thats just puttin it simply whether
you do or dont feel me
Jus kno I dont fear the but the Lord
And Im go hard to til I meet Lord
That word as Born

3:34
Chorus
3:58

Call In

Written By: C. Hawkins

My Rims So Sic
My Paint So Sic
My Whip So Sic
I think I Need To Call-in
Cuz I Feel So sic
I Look So Sic
Why Dont You Get Help
There Aint No Presubrition

My Pants So Sic
My Shirt So Sic
My Fit So Sic
I think I Need To Call-in
Cuz I Feel So sic
I Look So Sic
Why Dont You Get Help
There Aint No Presubrition

:45
I put on like a new shirt
Or sum new kicks
Or when you messin wit a new chic
I call my guns brand cuz they on sum new shit
I Pulled them out and they almost made the new shit
Call me channel 5 cuz I be goin live
Few weather girls with me
Cuz no weather the weather Im in Pelli leather and etcs
Betcha
You got watch but it aint rocked like mine
Get the hell up out my face
If you aint runnin the race
I aint gotta be placed first
Jus as long as Im first place
Cum on man, you kno steelo
Keep steel lo
Your im cruisin thru these ski slopes
And I dont dodge trees, I blow trees
Call my hundred dollar bills tree leaves
And I feel good but Im gettin a lil sicker
Bout to cop a gold plate on em niggaz

2:15
Still in this bitch pentration
She on her eighth nut
And waitin
Na fuk dat--Im outta here
Cuz I got another bitch
Dats white and red like budweiser beer
Yea the bud is wiser here
I drive these rappers insane
And I aint gotta steer
I just write and they tremble
I guess i be must SHAKESPEAR
Im on top of these niggaz like headgear 2:48
And my body lookin neck less
Because my neck is lace
Wit alot fuckin diamonds
The rims Columbia
The Paint is Peru
The whip is white
And I gotta it from the white I whipped ewww...
if your money right I can fill your presurbition
But I aint trya take to the MIchael Jackson physician
Even if you was in the game you couldnt play my position
Cuz Im back on the corner,
gun off safety,
receptin my lines back,
Like its my last line of defensive, sick
3:15

3:46

Anything

Written By: C. Hawkins

mIf its on then its on and I aint no problem
I keep the heat close like Juwan Howard
You boys thought I was slippin but i was jus givin
You one chance cuz I already knew I was the man and
:11
I can do Anythin
I can do Anythin....
I can do anythin an anythin

:38
Momma aint raise no sucka
no busta
and it dont help none
i aint fuckin handcheffa
Im Duffle Bag stuffer
Armed Young OG soldier
If its get it how ya live
Im tryin live on a lot
When your the bomb theirs no shock
Jus tick tick STOP
"Hello yes I'm whats hott"
I like my cheese on top
And my niggaz under dat
And my bitches is my bitches
So you aint fukin dat 1:04
Go head and try
while I be out gettin dirty money
Your bitch be my allabye
I used to get high off my supply
Now I get Jupiter off my supply
Dont ask me why
You couldnt fuk me, unless he fuk wit me
So I only fuk wit me, Cuz I dont be fukn me
I gettin currency
No Wiz Khelifa
But I got Maple Leaf
Dizzy Dreak 1:29
No Young Money
But i had money young
Sho nuff
Like Big Tex passin out YUMS
I so dumb, yea 38 special
Cuz I bust 3 chics, and she bust eight
Yea that 38 special
1:43
I can do Anythin
I can do Anythin....

2:07
I drive the coupe with no hands
cuz they on the back of her head
I can get the work from A to B
Who wanna C
I keep that D and E but I only fuk G's
Who get HI off J's wit K's rollin up another L
trya get they pockets swell
On mission for submission
So hide your misses
Cuz I aint after no kisses
I want whats in butches
All foes get rain on
Im talkin Sonny Corlene
So if its on then its on
But you betta play me close like cologne 2:46
You know my creed
Im just the one
Flow like cool water, so I got her sprung
I so dumb, yea 38 special
Cuz I bust 3 chics, and they bust eight
Yea that 38 special

2:59
Chorus
3:24

They wanna see me like Sonny
So I do em Freighto
Play the game like Micheal
Now they callin me Vito

4:16
If its on then its on and I aint no problem
I keep the heat close like Juwan Howard
You boys thought I was slippin but i was jus givin
You one chance cuz I already knew I was the man and

Discography

CD: Cut From A Different Cloth, released 2010;
CD: No Rules Just Code EP
Track: Swang (Video received 40,000 hits in one day)
Track: We Gon See (Premiere on www.WorldStarHipHop.com)
Track: Call In (Satellite Radio and College Radio Play)
Track: Anything (Advertising Track In-Waiting)
Track: Burbans N Lacs (Internet Radio)

Set List

Swang (Middle Verse)
Call In
Burbans n Lacs
Anything