The R.O.C. - Whatever lyrics

(Skeeter Rock talking) Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out Right now we looking for all the ladies that got out back Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on that (Chorus - Katrina) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri) Uh, all around the world girls know about me Ridin' up and down old N-A-T Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin' Same J.D., same game again Out here hittin' hoes like Cham-ber-lin And I love it when they let me come through Even bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress No, where you going, no, where you been No where you at, no, who you wit (Uh) (JD and Tigah) Care free very freaky ho, that's what I prefer (Say what) That let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her (Tigah) And come on and work it on me, like it's all about you Play at your own risk, girl hugs and kiss (Kissing sound) Baby shake it up like dice Nasty and naughty, exotic and nice Home alone, girl hit me on that Nextel J. on the other end, she waiting to exhale Cop a baby L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back She got pictures of me, bangin' in that back So we gon', laze up, in my tunes And lock up for days in a hotel room Pull the pink thong to the West (West) Prepare to insert billy bong in ya chest And get full of smoke just like Chris-tian List-en, cause I forgot to men-tion Ain't no sh** bumpin' like this one Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I hear you saying (Chorus - Katrina) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus) Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh (Verse 2 - R.O.C.) Lord knows, flows, I kick expose Hoes, get 'em right out of they clothes Never knew she was so disgustin' f**in, s**in' discussing over lunch and With her girlfriend, how I bangs it in For seven, four, O, I, L, N Head so compellin', I'm tellin' Every n***a that I know then I'm bailin' Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin' A new one, so it's never no confusion My solution, is distribution One I require, this kids retire Retails, mines, females, mines Heartbreaks, yours, broads gettin' divorced But of course, now if you bout what I'm bout Then bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house (Nate Dogg) I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya breath I pa** on the p**y you can s** it and step Swallow all the juice until it ain't nothin' left She ain't that fine, but she does it the best Westside riders, do what they want Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want When I'm in the ATL, baby don't front She knows I got a girl, whatever She knows I f**ed her girl, whatever She knows it's a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever) She knows I can't be her man, whatever Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C Oooooh, we'er the best you'll ever see