Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Cha Gonna Do? (The Anthem), artist - Nappy Roots. Album song Wooden Leather, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
What Cha Gonna Do? (The Anthem) |
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 |