Artist: Yukmouth f/ Bun-B, E-Roc
Album: Godzilla
Song: What it Do
[Hook]
I hit the club with a crew of n***as
What it do n***a, what it do n***a
You wanna fight, I wanna shoot a n***a
What it do n***a, what it do n***a
You disrespect me I'mma bruise a n***a
What it do n***a, what it do n***a
Think I'm a punk, come and prove it n***a
What it do n***a, what it do n***a
[Bridge]
f** a ho n***a, f** a ho n***a
f** a ho n***a, f** a ho n***a
f** a b**h n***a, f** a b**h n***a
f** a b**h n***a, f** a b**h n***a
[E-Roc]
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 f**a would
Run up on me, I'mma show you it ain't all good
n***a 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 f**, I will bust in the club
What it do, I will murder you chumps
You feeling like "Kriss Kross" then b**h n***a "Jump"
Uhh, left hook, right cross gone drop ya
All upside yo head with Champagne and Heinekin bottles
What it do my n***a we can thug it out
Mac 11's, AK's we can slug it out
I give a f** about a b**h n***a and his crew
Let's tear the club up b**h n***a what it do
[Hook]
[Yukmouth]
What it do, b**h..
6-5 Villa, 6-9 Villa, bonified k**as
We supply the villas, West side n***a
Recognize the reala, I'd die for my scrilla, surprise n***as!
I let the led bust, n***as step yo bread up
Talk sh** til I'm fed up and get yo f**in head bust
They throwin elbows dog I'm throwin bottles at em
My n***a just got parolled, I threw a model at em
Beef? I holla at em, with semi automatic weapons
f** what you stressin, get lit up wit AK 47's
I "Ryde or Die" like "Swizz Beatz"
So miss with the bullsh**, all these bullets gone turn yo a** to swiss cheese
Don't check me n***a check yo b**h
I hit n***as 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
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Bun-B]
Alright you punk p**y a** n***as get the f** up out my way
I've been havin a bad year, f** havin a bad day
They gave my right hand 8, the mutha f**in state
My team is fallin off so now these n***as wanna hate
I can see it in they eyes, I hear it in they songs
They just frontin like some pea co*ks, 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 f**in loss
A V.I.P. n***a 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 a** with a Corona
I dragged the bar tender cross the stage til he pa**ed out
The first n***a touch me mayne I'm knockin his a** 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 b**h to d**h
[Hook]