Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What What, artist - Deadly Venoms. Date of issue: 10.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What What |
| Yeah, yeah, uh, I know you feeling me, what |
| Venomous style, what, uh, what, what, what |
| Viper, Chameleon, Scorpion, Poison |
| See I’m the real mack, lay back, camouflage cutie |
| Do my duty to blow like Hootie, without promoting the booty |
| And still getting them Huxtables like Rudy, and making sure |
| I school my daughter to the 'facts of life' like Tootie |
| Yo, Boo, see them bitches out there, they moody |
| That’s why I pack the tooly and quick to bust like the coolie |
| And wishing anybody that think they can rule me |
| That’s when I trash the toolie, and cock harder with the uzi |
| I resurrect, I put my whole team on the set |
| Bet you didn’t know you fucking with a bunch of vets |
| Down for years, we about to make it happen |
| Forget the yappin', we coming hard, ass cracking |
| Indeed, I got all I need, cash and weed |
| And shorty plus I got a seed to feed, no need for greed |
| Besides I’m ahead of the lead, you all can bleed |
| I’m not afraid to bust, you can’t be trust |
| Venom gonna watch me rush, while I crush |
| Make one move, we bum rush |
| That’s, what we hit 'em with God, Deadly had the rhythms |
| Spitting Venom all up on in 'em, hittin them straight |
| To your guts, split you from your face to your nuts |
| Nigga please, feeling me, feel on these |
| Feel these, OGs, Original Goddess |
| We plot this, showstoppers of this rockness |
| Hot shit, so stop the nonsense |
| Stop the nonsense, stop the nonsense |
| What, what, what, what «Deeper and deeper» — The Notorious B.I.G |
| What, what, what, what «All in together now» — Method Man |
| What, what, what, what «Deeper and deeper» — The Notorious B.I.G |
| What, what, what, what «Things are getting good looking better now — Method Man |
| Poison coming at you hillbilly style, watch the money really pile |
| You think you better than me? |
| Yo, you’se a silly child |
| Rock crowds in Philly, wow, remain effeminete |
| Flirting with dudes age 20, the mininum |
| Our single vow lifestyle be living lovely |
| Like the smell of cologne, the roaming, when the nigga hold me |
| Deadly Venom got it locked like a jail cell |
| We all fly like air mail, guaranteed ya’ll with the bail bail |
| Walk the streets, loaded strap, ain’t no looking back |
| If you want it, you can get your muthafucking wig pushed back |
| Like that, it’s the J B, Double O |
| With the flow, thugged out on the low |
| Rep from QB, Deadly Venom be my squad |
| Peace to the Earths, peace to the Gods |
| Elevate my soul like the earth’s on the row |
| Evolve evil thoughts that my mind can’t control |
| What, what, what, what, nigga what you gon' do? |
| Can you hold it down, when you up against my crew |
| I think not, cuz you can’t hold us down like that |
| We be on that like that, running chicks off the map |
| Uh, what, what, while dudes peepin' at my butt |
| Watch this rap chick bust all over these cuts |
| Listen all dogs and mutts, never try me |
| Hardcore pretty thugs, flyest, seen nigga eyein' me |
| Yeah, it’s all good, whatever, various engines |
| Navigating over microphones together |
| That’s how you spell Venom out, cow girl hats |
| And them out, where ya boys at, baby, send them out |
| Send them out, we rock the stage, the crowd engage |
| When they pump in they fists or in the colleseum doing the wave |
| Venoms control and all my bitches holding |
| Bloods cold in your air, the snake sound when we rolling |