Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics

Whatcha Gonna Do lyrics

I'm gonna slam, Face give em the bass 

 and let em know who I am, god damn, my man 

 You didn't know cause it came on the down low 

 But your G didn't, she chills at my rhythm 

 I coulda woulda shoulda and yes I'm still able 

 to black at cheeba, and give her the fly Zhigge move 

 You ask what is that, it's a Z on a padlock 

 Cause when we swing know G I get sly 

 I don't get started, I is not the holy water 

 I hit em, I hit em, I let Prance kill em 

 He rode her like a Lex then I showed her to the exit 

 Now we're through Hobbes, we hand it back to you 

 Yo Tonga (uh-huh) can my man improve yeah 

 Tell em what you're gonna do 

  

 Well I'm out like it's out on a new route 

 Don't flip a flavor till I'm later why man 

 Get your Zhigge on, so whatcha gonna do 

 By the way, pisses you man it jerks our crew 

 Now, back of a get-back gone 

 You were chillin for a reason and it didn't take long 

 For us to figure out you wasn't down from the get go 

 The rhymer on the down low, and step to the next bro 

  

 Well I'm frustrated by the fact, the brother tried to front 

 If I was fuckin for feelin to get twelve steps up 

 With the lyrics that my crew move, heatin on a loom 

 Stab no mercy on a haggler, or to the rumors 

 Yeah now did you try to step up 

 Cause you can get dealed like a punk cracker duck 

 Gimme your G's, about to get pleased 

 To the weaker MC's, you're like a disease 

 on the earth, but do dirt and you know I'm too fly 

 Not playin balls servin bricks all the time 

 I give my all to my girl not do a thing for a trick 

 Foon fang foom now that's my favorite drink 

 You think you'd love a pork chop I caught her not chewin 

 I leave the pork alone because I don't like all them juices 

 Here to seperate my strength I say it again I'll never love it 

 Cause you know back in the day they used to call me Kid Dog 

 and you don't stop 

 Yo Kazo tell em what you're gonna do 

  

 Well I drink a brew or two, never tease a two 

 Take her to my room smoke the buddha life's a boom 

 Cut my hair on the down low, now that I got dough 

 Lookin like I'm dealin and wheelin, in a fo' 

 When I be there I'm gonna get it if you buy my record 

 So let me wreck it tongue to teeth better check it 

 As Zhigge gets the profit that make the public pockets 

 Swing no rocks G flockers though they jock it 

 only to us because mike-in plus is us 

 Only the money to just, all the public throw 

 Get it forget it, cause Zhigge done got it 

 True by the tribe, Afro niggaz and we spot it 

 Guess always do, they sport black in the crew 

 On the one and two dance yo