Whatchu Gonna Do - 8Ball & MJG, Pimp C

Roach spraid on the block

Then I took my throwback

Now my soldiers posted up

Hangin' like a coatrack

Gun in the bushes and

Work in the stash spot

Overtime, al night

Try’na make a fat knock

Swell in my pocket

Like I’m carryin' a loaf of bread

Been around the world

But I still love local head

Got the shit to make 'em jump

It’s hyper like a pimp rally

Give 'em just a piece it make 'em

Mime me like a skip daddy

Glock, Chevy parked in the yard

Wit' the double pipes

If I catch ya try’na steal it

I’ma get double life

I ain’t wanna do it, I ain’t even really hate son

That’s a damn shame but tomorrow, I’ma make ???

Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail house

Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn’t bail out

Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again

Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again

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)

Boys ask me all the time

Am I tired of the grind

Hell naw nigga, gettin' richer

That’s all on my mind

Twist the pine, smoke a pound

Grabbin' chickens, buy a ticket

Delta airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches

Broads wit' them credit cards

Make her listen, let her charge

Flat TVs and some tiles for my momma car

Eighty-thousand dollars, I’mma fuckin' ghetto superstar

Work come soft, never hard, that’s a different charge

Tre-8 never jam if I gotta blam blam!

If you not a regular, I’m taxin' you like Uncle Sam

Rubber gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets

Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine

My uncle, «Old School» don’t need nothin' but a triple-beam

A dollar and a plate, he like to hit it while he mix it

I be rollin' up blunts in the den, countin' bread

30 dollars till my heart stop beatin' and I’m dead

Unh

Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year

Wrist full of frozen fireworks

6 in my ear, fly hoes and chains and

Swangin' on them thangs bitch

No I ain’t no lame, got cocaine

It ain’t no thang bitch, for you to drive down holl’n for ten

Guaranteed when ya test it you’ll 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 clones in the streets and on the microphone

Pussy ass niggas need to leave my legacy alone

'Cause I’m a motherfuckin' king in that Texas

Don’t hesitate to put that thang on them plexers

'Cause it ain’t no thang to lay yo' lump off in yo' lap 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