Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whatyagonnado , by - Jeru The Damaja. Song from the album Divine Design, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.09.2003
Song language: English
Whatyagonnado |
| 3 in the morning, you hop on the train |
| 3 Brooklyn fiends is scheming on your chain |
| Mad blunts and licks to the head, you red |
| Better sober up quick or you might get dead |
| There’s no one around so ain’t no reason to scream out |
| Here’s your chance to be a gangsta nigga, back that thing out |
| The next move you make will decide your fate |
| Will it be die on the train or live life behind the gate |
| You framing minor, you contemplate prison rape |
| Your heart skip a beat and you select upstate |
| It’s on, you get a lump in your throat, niggas weapons are drawn |
| You so shook, you shoot straight through your coat |
| 2 down, 1 boogie but before you gone |
| The train stops and one of New York City’s Finest jumps on |
| «Whatchu gonna do.» |
| 2:30 in the morning on a friday night |
| It’s one of those types of nights that everything’s goin right |
| In a club, fishing for bitches, anything tryin to bite |
| Then the one that you want gets caught in your sight |
| Face — picture perfect, big titties and fat ass |
| She’s asked if she wanna drink and she kindly pass |
| Her response let you know she’s not the average stunt |
| She asks «do you got a dutch», you say «yeah», she roll a blunt |
| Weed and conversation good, you fill the evening with laughter |
| Then Shorty like: «yo, whatchu doing after» |
| She continues what she’s doing is outta character |
| But, she live’s alone and she wants you to smash her |
| You bug, you can’t believe that she tryin to fuck |
| You like: «let's bounce», then you think «Lady Luck» |
| You exit the club, hop up in your truck |
| But when you get to Brooklyn East New York, you get stuck up |
| «Whatchu gonna do.» |
| 1 a.m. — you in the studio, dropping verses about how you flip kilos |
| Get paper commit murder and pimp on hoes |
| Crazy ice around your neck with the thugged out flows |
| But it sounds like game to the street wise pro’s |
| Cause you be blabbing the that you don’t even know |
| Straight pillow talking, I hope you walk the walk |
| And be doing all the shit that’s blasting out of shortie’s walkman |
| The last verse is laid, your men is like dope fiend |
| All of a sudden the sound wide open |
| 3 niggas come in, screaming «where the cash» |
| And you know the shit is real cause they ain’t rocking masks |
| They rocking big ass canons dawg, you better think fast |
| Do you run what’s yours or go for yours and blaaast. |
| «whatchu gonna do.» |