Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What What, artist - Sheek Louch. Date of issue: 17.03.2008
Song language: English
What What |
| Yeah, it’s a new beginning |
| But e’rything’s still the same |
| If you love it in the hood my niggaz then say — WHAT WHAT! |
| If you like gettin money my niggaz then say — WHAT WHAT! |
| If you runnin from them boys my niggaz then say — WHAT WHAT! |
| But your guns is out, cause you gon' have to catch me! |
| Aiyyo Grease let’s go daddy! |
| I got my back all in it, D-Block inside |
| Got my Mac all in it, I ain’t leave it in the ride |
| See my face whup a nigga, no bob and no shower |
| Just heavy pushin nigga, mad weed and liquor |
| We don’t hide from you homey (nah) we just get up and we go |
| One cigarette, orange juice, one butter roll |
| E’rybody know my name (Sheek Louch!) Bitches on my dick |
| Police loopin back around cause they think they slick |
| Cause I got heavy ammunition, three birds on the seat |
| But I’m just goin here to there, I ain’t tryin to draw heat |
| cause I got somethin on my waist (uh-huh) somethin under the hood |
| Motherfucker I’m good for a high speed chase (tell 'em!) |
| Okay — you know the name nigga — Bully, BITCH! |
| I’m a money go-getter, you a light dough spender |
| I’m Barry Bonds of rap you ice cold nigga |
| County on my ass, feds and the task |
| Caprice, doin a hundred but only 80 on the dash (damn!) |
| Pounds in the trunk, burner and a brick |
| Too $hort bitches, on my Oakland shit |
| I got love in the hood, for my thugs in the hood |
| Got my bottom bitch with me she got the snub in the hood |
| Niggaz talk reckless; |
| I tell 'em «Boy listen here |
| You gon' need more than magic to make me disappear» |
| System in the Caprice, soundin all crystal clear |
| Knockin (Silverback) (GORILLA!) Frontin like we switchin gears |
| Black tops, red tops, clear backs, E pills |
| Ranges, Coupe DeVilles, comin through on big wheels |
| Hat low, my niggaz rowdy as they wanna be (D-Block!) |
| Bluntly, stupid bitch, get from in front of me |
| Sheek Louch homey, now I got a street buzz |
| Song’s hot, just like when «Everyday I’m Hustlin"was |
| Down South heavy but New York is where I rest at |
| White tee, hover muh’fuckers wear a vest at |
| Late night, pop the trunk, party over here hoe |
| Drink up, smoke some’n, that’s what it’s there fo' |
| Hood love, love that, love money, love rap |
| Love fiends who love crack, dope boy and all that! |
| Hahahaha, ahhh… |