Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Cha Gonna Do?, artist - Nappy Roots. Date of issue: 25.08.2003
Song language: English
What Cha Gonna Do? |
| Yeah |
| Country boys, Nappy Roots |
| Lil' John, King of Crunk |
| Y’all know this was comin |
| Damn playa, here we go |
| Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city? |
| How ya gonna act when Nappy Roots in your city? |
| Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city? |
| How ya gonna act when Nappy Roots in your city? |
| Lean to the left and stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp) |
| To the right then stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp) |
| Back to the left and then stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp) |
| When you got it say yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) |
| «Awnaw», hell naw, boy — here come another anthem |
| Done worked up a head of steam and ain’t lookin to slow down none |
| Say it til ya, til ya tell it the way we told the shit |
| Let go for what, little daddy? |
| We got control of this |
| Runners on you mark, get set, cause here we go with it |
| Walkin a muck, ya half dead? |
| We put our soul in it |
| Not gon' let go for no one and I’m fo' sho' of it |
| But I’m for certain hurtin, and still wantin more of it |
| I keep it slum when I fall and it all and pick up |
| Keys from grandma and it slaw and it set it up |
| Quick if you brawl nigga, talk business |
| Or we shut it down like the law, hit it all-black, all-tinted |
| From the top down to the rock bottom, now we in yo' town, street (?) |
| From the fist fights to the Glock shot, we known to clown |
| When the folk keep hollerin |
| Sheeit what y’all wanna do? |
| Our haters keep on cock-blockin, damn |
| Them niggas is off they rocker, prolly got 'em off they Gin and Vodka |
| What happened? |
| Brought them bottles in, that sum-bitch has started a stompin |
| And then from the left and to the right, that’s when they got to squabbin |
| Hog wild, Grand Mar' and chronic got them niggas scrappin often |
| But we gon' keep it Nappy, slaw and slum and crunk and jumpin |
| I think I got a Hpnotic, drunk got me singin bout it |
| +Back+ off in +Cali+ like Cool J, fresh on the scene with Sade |
| My nigga Big V said he seen a bitch and doubled back |
| I told him, «Nigga is you crazy, swear they at» |
| He said he seen one fine chick, hips thick and ass fat |
| I told him pass her like a Swisher, we can double that |
| She pulled up, she started yappin on how she loved the ass |
| I scratched my head cause I ain’t tryin to catch no drama back |
| We shakin off y’all haters, takin 'Land like the Raiders |
| All of our moves are major, Prophet sharp as a razor |
| Coast to coast, quick to toast, they know who we be |
| Seem like jealousy and envy has become a disease |