Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whatcha Know About That , by - Willie D. Release date: 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? |