[Intro: WC] Huh, wa’cha gonna do nigga? Wa’cha gonna do? Tell me tell me tell me Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Yea all them punky ass niggas talkin that shit my nigga But they talkin loud and they sayin this shit Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Aye Daz Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? I think it’s time that we give it to these niggas Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? You know the question
[Verse: Daz Dilliger] You will never catch a strip end on the front line Yep yep, run in the streets, yea I want mine New car, new crib, on the shelf hah New game, fuck the friends on a new level Hit the switch on em, hit which on em You will see him like the side, you don’t want er Get with a cuff and real with the VI From the means to the dicky shorts and the knee highs Heard we ain’t with that, best believe he lie Like a rubber band money, white T Levy’s Hustle, getting money til the day we die The question is nigga when you see me ride
[Verse: WC] We on the road to success, bitches Fuck fake niggas, getting off this in a minute Shake them hoes off, yea keep it pushin Yea I’m makin money back, yall catch a cookie Make run trap, then I’m back at it All this cabbage stacked up, burning white rabbit Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my neck I’m so icy wanna shine cuz I break a sweat I’m G’d up a shine boy make a diamond No woman living this shit girl, no denying Lot of niggas grindin but they just lyin They ain’t with they trucks kicked up, reverse class flyin Got my long way from where niggas be dyin Cocaine up the same place the chicken be flyin From big grass to big checks For flyin it up front with the money, all chasin behind that I felled up my corner, keep something in my lining Cuz over the cock niggas be blockin like linen Niggas say they want the real but they blindin But if they look at me and DMZ they find thta
[Hook]
[Verse: Daz Dillinger] Real niggas know me, I know they bitches too I’m the type of nigga, you reeling me I’m reeling you Where my crew at? Front back and center When it’s time for war you know we keep the highest score I tell em drop and roll, Then they unload The semi-auto automatic when that thing blow It’s a dope world, nigga don’t trip Daz and Dub C nigga You know we run shit You know the politics, get a lot of chips Make the brolics live, being a pilot scare Ride and never quit, hittin down the licks Disrespect and we make the gunpowder kick High off of cheeba, squabble with the keeta Nigga catch em on phase, been a wild deceiver They can’t see us, crip walkin to Paris Kaki suit and with the Visa and now they leave us
[Hook] Daz and Dub C, west coast gangsta shit The fuck yall gon do, nigga?
[Bridge] Bitch nigga tell me Wa’cha gonna do? Fake bitch what the fuck you gonna do? All the haters, what the fuck you gonna do? Lick bottles, what the fuck you gonna do? All my gangstas, what the fuck you gonna do? All my hustlers, what the fuck you gonna do? All my bitches, wussup with you? Everybody tell me Wa’cha gonna do?