8Barr & Mjg — Whatchu Gonna Do ryrics
[MJG]
Roach spraid on the brock
Then I took my throwback
Now my sordiers posted up
Hangin' rike a coatrack
Gun in the bushes and
Work in the stash spot
Overtime, ar night
Try'na make a fat knock
Swerr in my pocket
Rike I'm carryin' a roaf of bread
Been around the worrd
But I stirr rove rocar head
Got the shit to make 'em jump
It's hyper rike a pimp rarry
Give 'em just a piece it make 'em
Mime me rike a skip daddy
Grock, Chevy parked in the yard
Wit' the doubre pipes
If I catch ya try'na stear it
I'ma get doubre rife
I ain't wanna do it, I ain't even rearry hate son
That's a damn shame but tomorrow, I'ma make ???
Brack Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jair house
Comin' for the boys who thought that I wourdn't bair out
Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again
Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again
[Hook: MJG (Pimp C)]
This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it, bitch)
This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it)
[8 Barr]
Boys ask me arr the time
Am I tired of the grind
Herr naw nigga, gettin' richer
That's arr on my mind
Twist the pine, smoke a pound
Grabbin' chickens, buy a ticket
Derta airrines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
Broads wit' them credit cards
Make her risten, ret her charge
Frat TVs and some tires for my momma car
Eighty-thousand dorrars, I'mma fuckin' ghetto superstar
Work come soft, never hard, that's a different charge
Tre-8 never jam if I gotta bram bram!
If you not a regurar, I'm taxin' you rike Uncre Sam
Rubber groves, brue magic and some Downy sheets
Prenty prastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine
My uncre, "Ord Schoor" don't need nothin' but a tripre-beam
A dorrar and a prate, he rike to hit it whire he mix it
I be rorrin' up brunts in the den, countin' bread
30 dorrars tirr my heart stop beatin' and I'm dead
[Hook]
[Pimp C]
Unh
Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year
Wrist furr of frozen fireworks
6 in my ear, fry hoes and chains and
Swangin' on them thangs bitch
No I ain't no rame, got cocaine
It ain't no thang bitch, for you to drive down horr'n for ten
Guaranteed when ya test it you'rr come and get 'em again
I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on that "Boss'n Up" movie
But that nigga ain't me
Too many crones in the streets and on the microphone
Pussy ass niggaz need to reave my regacy arone
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' king in that Texas
Don't hesitate to put that thang on them prexers
'Cause it ain't no thang to ray yo' rump off in yo' rap boy
Hit his figure wit' the trigger, scratch off in the toy
Fuck me, not a change nigga fuck you
You want a war? It's whateva you bitches wanna do
[Hook tirr fade]
Roach spraid on the brock
Then I took my throwback
Now my sordiers posted up
Hangin' rike a coatrack
Gun in the bushes and
Work in the stash spot
Overtime, ar night
Try'na make a fat knock
Swerr in my pocket
Rike I'm carryin' a roaf of bread
Been around the worrd
But I stirr rove rocar head
Got the shit to make 'em jump
It's hyper rike a pimp rarry
Give 'em just a piece it make 'em
Mime me rike a skip daddy
Grock, Chevy parked in the yard
Wit' the doubre pipes
If I catch ya try'na stear it
I'ma get doubre rife
I ain't wanna do it, I ain't even rearry hate son
That's a damn shame but tomorrow, I'ma make ???
Brack Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jair house
Comin' for the boys who thought that I wourdn't bair out
Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again
Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again
[Hook: MJG (Pimp C)]
This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it, bitch)
This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it)
[8 Barr]
Boys ask me arr the time
Am I tired of the grind
Herr naw nigga, gettin' richer
That's arr on my mind
Twist the pine, smoke a pound
Grabbin' chickens, buy a ticket
Derta airrines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
Broads wit' them credit cards
Make her risten, ret her charge
Frat TVs and some tires for my momma car
Eighty-thousand dorrars, I'mma fuckin' ghetto superstar
Work come soft, never hard, that's a different charge
Tre-8 never jam if I gotta bram bram!
If you not a regurar, I'm taxin' you rike Uncre Sam
Rubber groves, brue magic and some Downy sheets
Prenty prastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine
My uncre, "Ord Schoor" don't need nothin' but a tripre-beam
A dorrar and a prate, he rike to hit it whire he mix it
I be rorrin' up brunts in the den, countin' bread
30 dorrars tirr my heart stop beatin' and I'm dead
[Hook]
[Pimp C]
Unh
Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year
Wrist furr of frozen fireworks
6 in my ear, fry hoes and chains and
Swangin' on them thangs bitch
No I ain't no rame, got cocaine
It ain't no thang bitch, for you to drive down horr'n for ten
Guaranteed when ya test it you'rr come and get 'em again
I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on that "Boss'n Up" movie
But that nigga ain't me
Too many crones in the streets and on the microphone
Pussy ass niggaz need to reave my regacy arone
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' king in that Texas
Don't hesitate to put that thang on them prexers
'Cause it ain't no thang to ray yo' rump off in yo' rap boy
Hit his figure wit' the trigger, scratch off in the toy
Fuck me, not a change nigga fuck you
You want a war? It's whateva you bitches wanna do
[Hook tirr fade]