Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatcha Know About That, artist - Willie D.
Date of issue: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Whatcha Know About That |
As I roll through the motherfucking inner city |
27 years and the block still looks shitty |
The mayor put his picture on my fence |
Promised us a lot of shit and I ain’t seen that bitch since |
I’m bout to do a Frank Nitty |
Cause the potholes fucking up the shocks on my new Chevy |
Gotta Malcolm X 'em like Spike Lee |
Cause they taking niggas in the hood lightly |
Politicians just use black folks |
They only come around when they want a motherfucking vote |
And ain’t no sense in you going to city hall catching fevers |
You stand a better chance seeing Jesus |
So I got me a plan |
Steal me a Astrovan and take the law into my own hands |
And I ain’t going out talking to them hoes |
(What's your objective?) |
I’m putting blood on they clothes |
Cause they don’t respect niggas |
Until we start shaking they ass and pulling triggers |
And that’s a Goddamn fact |
Now what you so-called hard motherfuckers know about that? |
Chorus: |
I wonder why life’s a bitch, then you die |
Same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry |
Why judge that bro, cause you reep what you sowe |
What goes around, come around, now you know |
Verse 2: |
Little miss Jackie, she got turned out |
Fucking with that glass dick |
Little miss Jackie, she turning tricks |
She putting her mouth on everybody dick |
Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade |
Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade |
But I couldn’t get the play or the time of day |
Cause in life we was headed in opposite ways |
While she was trying to reach the top |
I was slanging rocks, drinking brew and dodging crooked cops |
Used to give her my all |
And every day in school a nigga got dissed in the halls |
But it didn’t take long for me to find |
Every dog can’t chew on every bone |
Then some time went by |
I heard through the grapevine, little Jackie was getting high |
This I just couldn’t believe |
Not Jackie, miss most likely to succeed |
One day rolling up the cut |
I seen this fiend, pants all in her butt |
I’m thinking to myself that’s a shame |
I stopped at the light she called out my real name |
Stuck her head in my window said she needed help |
I looked it was Jackie 'what you did to yourself?' |
The devil ain’t nothing but crack |
That bitch small as a tic tac |
What you know about that? |
Verse 3: |
Now let’s talk about Craig, a jockey and a dopehead |
]From the time he could walk little Craig was misled |
He had a freeloading stepdaddy, mama was a hoe |
She sold her ass to take care of that Negro |
He used to pimp her, and make her give him every cent |
(And peep this, made her own kids pay rent) |
Craig started jacking, bringing every dollar home |
Got a gun and a screwdriver, fool got his hustle on |
Crank your shit in a second |
(And if you walk up on him, you better draw your weapon |
Cause he’ll put you to rest, and rest you quick |
And wouldn’t lose sleep) Not one single bit |
Then he met this girl who became his wife |
Bought a car and a crib, started a new life |
'Til one day, riding with his family |
He saw this nigga that he fucked back in the game, gee |
He threw some dirt, the nigga threw it back |
Dressed his family in black |
Now what you know about that? |