Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatchu Gonna Do, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song Ridin' High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Whatchu Gonna Do |
| Roach spraid on the block |
| Then I took my throwback |
| Now my soldiers posted up |
| Hangin' like a coatrack |
| Gun in the bushes and |
| Work in the stash spot |
| Overtime, al night |
| Try’na make a fat knock |
| Swell in my pocket |
| Like I’m carryin' a loaf of bread |
| Been around the world |
| But I still love local head |
| Got the shit to make 'em jump |
| It’s hyper like a pimp rally |
| Give 'em just a piece it make 'em |
| Mime me like a skip daddy |
| Glock, Chevy parked in the yard |
| Wit' the double pipes |
| If I catch ya try’na steal it |
| I’ma get double life |
| I ain’t wanna do it, I ain’t even really hate son |
| That’s a damn shame but tomorrow, I’ma make ??? |
| Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail house |
| Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn’t bail out |
| Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again |
| Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again |
| This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga! |
| How you wanna do it, we can just get to it |
| (Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?) |
| (Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it, bitch) |
| This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga! |
| How you wanna do it, we can just get to it |
| (Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?) |
| (Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it) |
| Boys ask me all the time |
| Am I tired of the grind |
| Hell naw nigga, gettin' richer |
| That’s all on my mind |
| Twist the pine, smoke a pound |
| Grabbin' chickens, buy a ticket |
| Delta airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches |
| Broads wit' them credit cards |
| Make her listen, let her charge |
| Flat TVs and some tiles for my momma car |
| Eighty-thousand dollars, I’mma fuckin' ghetto superstar |
| Work come soft, never hard, that’s a different charge |
| Tre-8 never jam if I gotta blam blam! |
| If you not a regular, I’m taxin' you like Uncle Sam |
| Rubber gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets |
| Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine |
| My uncle, «Old School» don’t need nothin' but a triple-beam |
| A dollar and a plate, he like to hit it while he mix it |
| I be rollin' up blunts in the den, countin' bread |
| 30 dollars till my heart stop beatin' and I’m dead |
| Unh |
| Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year |
| Wrist full of frozen fireworks |
| 6 in my ear, fly hoes and chains and |
| Swangin' on them thangs bitch |
| No I ain’t no lame, got cocaine |
| It ain’t no thang bitch, for you to drive down holl’n for ten |
| Guaranteed when ya test it you’ll come and get 'em again |
| I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on that «Boss'n Up» movie |
| But that nigga ain’t me |
| Too many clones in the streets and on the microphone |
| Pussy ass niggas need to leave my legacy alone |
| 'Cause I’m a motherfuckin' king in that Texas |
| Don’t hesitate to put that thang on them plexers |
| 'Cause it ain’t no thang to lay yo' lump off in yo' lap boy |
| Hit his figure wit' the trigger, scratch off in the toy |
| Fuck me, not a change nigga fuck you |
| You want a war? |
| It’s whateva you bitches wanna do |