Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatyagonnado, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Album song Divine Design, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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.» |