Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What It Do, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Godzilla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
What It Do |
I hit the club with a crew of niggas |
What it do nigga, what it do nigga |
You wanna fight, I wanna shoot a nigga |
What it do nigga, what it do nigga |
You disrespect me I’mma bruise a nigga |
What it do nigga, what it do nigga |
Think I’m a punk, come and prove it nigga |
What it do nigga, what it do nigga |
Fuck a ho nigga, fuck a ho nigga |
Fuck a ho nigga, fuck a ho nigga |
Fuck a bitch nigga, fuck a bitch nigga |
Fuck a bitch nigga, fuck a bitch nigga |
Fall in the club crunk, drunk and I’m feeling good |
Bouncin and throwin bows, clownin and reppin the hood |
Start somethin boy I wish a muh fucka would |
Run up on me, I’mma show you it ain’t all good |
Nigga we stay crunk in the club |
Remy and Hpnotiq keep us drunk in the club |
9 milli’s and 40 cal’s tucked in the club |
E-Roc don’t give a fuck, I will bust in the club |
What it do, I will murder you chumps |
You feeling like «Kriss Kross» then bitch nigga «Jump» |
Uhh, left hook, right cross gone drop ya |
All upside yo head with Champagne and Heinekin bottles |
What it do my nigga we can thug it out |
Mac 11's, AK’s we can slug it out |
I give a fuck about a bitch nigga and his crew |
Let’s tear the club up bitch nigga what it do |
What it do, bitch. |
6−5 Villa, 6−9 Villa, bonified killas |
We supply the villas, West side nigga |
Recognize the reala, I’d die for my scrilla, surprise niggas! |
I let the led bust, niggas step yo bread up |
Talk shit til I’m fed up and get yo fuckin head bust |
They throwin elbows dog I’m throwin bottles at em |
My nigga just got parolled, I threw a model at em |
Beef? |
I holla at em, with semi automatic weapons |
Fuck what you stressin, get lit up wit AK 47's |
I «Ryde or Die» like «Swizz Beatz» |
So miss with the bullshit, all these bullets gone turn yo ass to swiss cheese |
Don’t check me nigga check yo bitch |
I hit niggas with bar stools like a western flick |
Test the click and get whooped on, look at me worng and get hooked on |
The Art of War, I read the book on |
Alright you punk pussy ass niggas get the fuck up out my way |
I’ve been havin a bad year, fuck havin a bad day |
They gave my right hand 8, the mutha fuckin state |
My team is fallin off so now these niggas wanna hate |
I can see it in they eyes, I hear it in they songs |
They just frontin like some pea cocks, too god damn long |
For the record let me say it, so ho don’t get it crossed |
Tryin to take the crown from the king, you gone take a fuckin loss |
A V.I.P. |
nigga get in clubs through back do’s |
Strap in hand, I run up in the dance flo' and smack hoes |
Pistol whip security, put hands on the owner |
Kick the DJ in his face and slap his ass with a Corona |
I dragged the bar tender cross the stage til he passed out |
The first nigga touch me mayne I’m knockin his ass out |
Say Yuk hold his right arm, E-Roc hold his left |
Keep him up, don’t let him fall, I’m bout to beat this bitch to death |