Whatcha Gonna Do

I'm gonna slam, face give em the bass

And let em know who i am, god damn, my man

You didn't know cause it came on the down low

But your g didn't, she chills at my rhythm

I coulda woulda shoulda and yes i'm still able

To black at cheeba, and give her the fly zhigge move

You ask what is that, it's a z on a padlock

Cause when we swing know g i get sly

I don't get started, i is not the holy water

I hit em, i hit em, i let prance kill em

He rode her like a lex then i showed her to the exit

Now we're through hobbes, we hand it back to you

Yo tonga (uh-huh) can my man improve yeah

Tell em what you're gonna do

Well i'm out like it's out on a new route

Don't flip a flavor till i'm later why man

Get your zhigge on, so whatcha gonna do

By the way, pisses you man it jerks our crew

Now, back of a get-back gone

You were chillin for a reason and it didn't take long

For us to figure out you wasn't down from the get go

The rhymer on the down low, and step to the next bro

Well i'm frustrated by the fact, the brother tried to front

If i was fuckin for feelin to get twelve steps up

With the lyrics that my crew move, heatin on a loom

Stab no mercy on a haggler, or to the rumors

Yeah now did you try to step up

Cause you can get dealed like a punk cracker duck

Gimme your g's, about to get pleased

To the weaker mc's, you're like a disease

On the earth, but do dirt and you know i'm too fly

Not playin balls servin bricks all the time

I give my all to my girl not do a thing for a trick

Foon fang foom now that's my favorite drink

You think you'd love a pork chop i caught her not chewin

I leave the pork alone because i don't like all them juices

Here to seperate my strength i say it again i'll never love it

Cause you know back in the day they used to call me kid dog

And you don't stop

Yo kazo tell em what you're gonna do

Well i drink a brew or two, never tease a two

Take her to my room smoke the buddha life's a boom

Cut my hair on the down low, now that i got dough

Lookin like i'm dealin and wheelin, in a fo'

When i be there i'm gonna get it if you buy my record

So let me wreck it tongue to teeth better check it

As zhigge gets the profit that make the public pockets

Swing no rocks g flockers though they jock it

Only to us because mike-in plus is us

Only the money to just, all the public throw

Get it forget it, cause zhigge done got it

True by the tribe, afro niggaz and we spot it

Guess always do, they sport black in the crew

On the one and two dance yo