What Can We Do? - Anderson .Paak, Nate Dogg

It’s the rap singer, the hook master

Real life convict, son of a gambler

Heart made of stone, and he move so cold

'Cause my girl up and gone, she’ll be back in the morn'

Go lil' mama, take your drama

Seems like I can’t live without it

I ache and moan

'Cause my heart is broke

'Cause my love went wrong

Yeah, another bag and she’ll love me in the morn'

While the bubble over stove

As I was dreaming of a bag, then I woke

You were starting to snore, wake your ass up

Layin' in a bed full of cash

You slowly rolled over and whispered back to me

«That's just the way things have to be»

Hey

What can we do?

(Yeah, what can we do?)

What can we do?

(What can we do, baby?)

What can we do?

(Hey, what can we do?)

What can we do?

(Do)

That’s when the change comes

That’s when the game’s done

That’s when the walls come tumbling down

Ah, ah, ah, yeah

They see me gettin' action

Started, it ain’t no fun

Time to grow up and turn it around

Ah, ah, ah, yeah

Hey, what can we do?

(Yeah, what can we do?)

What can we do?

(What can we do, baby?)

What can we do?

(Ooh, what can we do? Yeah)

What can we do?

(Yeah)

To make it feel just like it used to feel

If my cup was empty, you could fill it (Yeah, yeah)

I feel you, yeah, yeah, I hear you

To make it feel just like it used to feel

If my cup was empty, you could fill it (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?

(Yeah, what’cha sayin', Nate?)

What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?

(Yeah)

What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?

(Like that)

What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?

Damn, Nate, you sound good than a motherfucker, man

I need a blowout in my voice, man

Keep singin' that shit

Yeah, you can erase all that, man

Hell naw, we already paid for this studio session, my nigga, hold on

It sound good, bro, where you goin'?

Living gone

Ayy, Nate

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nate

Mmm, ah, ah yeah