WC & Daz Dillinger - Wut U Gon Do lyrics

[Intro: WC] Huh, wa'cha gonna do n***a? 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 a** n***as talkin that sh** my n***a But they talkin loud and they sayin this sh** 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 n***as 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, f** 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 n***a 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, b**hes f** fake n***as, 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 sh** girl, no denying Lot of n***as grindin but they just lyin They ain't with they trucks kicked up, reverse cla** flyin Got my long way from where n***as be dyin Cocaine up the same place the chicken be flyin From big gra** 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 co*k n***as be blockin like linen n***as say they want the real but they blindin But if they look at me and DMZ they find thta [Hook] [Verse: Daz Dillinger] Real n***as know me, I know they b**hes too I'm the type of n***a, 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, n***a don't trip Daz and Dub C n***a You know we run sh** 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 n***a 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 sh** The f** yall gon do, n***a? [Bridge] b**h n***a tell me Wa'cha gonna do? Fake b**h what the f** you gonna do? All the haters, what the f** you gonna do? Lick bottles, what the f** you gonna do? All my gangstas, what the f** you gonna do? All my hustlers, what the f** you gonna do? All my b**hes, wussup with you? Everybody tell me Wa'cha gonna do?