Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Whatcha Gone Do Now?, artist - Public Enemy. Date of issue: 22.08.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Whatcha Gone Do Now? |
| Talkin dat drive by shit |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit |
| Talkin dat drive by thang |
| Everybody talking dat gangsta swang |
| Slaves to the rhythm of the master |
| Buck boom buck another |
| Neighborhood disaster |
| (Drummer hit me one) |
| A gun iz a gun iz A muther fuckin gun |
| But an organized side |
| Keep a sellout niga on the run |
| What you gonna do to get paid |
| Step on the rest of the hood |
| Till the drug raid |
| See you runnin like roaches |
| Black gangstas need track coaches |
| The white law set you up raw |
| When you have his trust in killin us Talkin dat gattalk |
| Walkin dat catwalk |
| Where you tryin to go wit dat |
| Dont even go dere wit dat rap |
| Guns drugs an money |
| All you know how |
| So whatcha gonna do now? |
| I’m bout ready to bounce |
| Trouble on the corner of blunt ave |
| An 40 ounce |
| Madd uncivilized lifestyles |
| 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild |
| I’m raisin my child |
| I’m steppin to da curb |
| Wit a sign do not disturb |
| Too much dont give a fuck |
| Or a damn thing |
| But choose what the other man bring |
| I sing a song cause I see wrong |
| I’m not down with the fe fi fo |
| Where I come from |
| See, the brothers aint dumb |
| Sense goes over nonsense |
| When it makes no sense |
| I’m throwin up da fence |
| Talkin dat drive by shit |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit |
| Talkin dat drive by thang |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang |
| Talkin dat gattalk |
| Walkin dat catwalk |
| Were you tryin to go wit dat |
| Dont even go there wit dat rap |
| Guns drugs &money |
| All you know how |
| So whatcha gone do now? |
| Break |
| The only good niga iz a dead niga |
| Dats what they used to say |
| Cant understand why a man |
| Gotta use a trigga |
| On his own, suppose to act grown |
| Cracka in da back |
| Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother |
| Couldn’t shoot and shot a mother |
| Four kids alone home |
| Ungrown &now they on they own |
| Now check yourself cool |
| What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool |
| Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk |