Daz & WC - Wha'cha Gon Do (Explicit) | Текст песни

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• Wha'cha Gon Do (Explicit)

[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

[Hook]
Wa’cha gonna do?
Tell me Wa’cha gonna do?
Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do?
Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do?
Wa’cha gonna do?
Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do?
You know the question
Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do?
Wa’cha gonna do?
Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do? Wa’cha gonna do?

[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?