What You Gon' Do Lyrics & Tabs by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
What You Gon' Do
guitar chords lyrics
(Lil' Jon)
Yea
What... What
Check dis out right (Yea)
Lil' Jon and the mothafukin East Side Boyz
The Kings of crunk
Back at chu wit some new shit
Now jus cause we went platinum and shit don't mean we gon change nigga
We the muthafukin Kings of crunk and we gon' always get this muthaf**ka crunk
Now let's talk about some more niggas
(Chorus)
If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna mug
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes start actin' up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes start actin' up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit (repeat 8 times)
(Lil' Jon)
F**k nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' buck all dat shitin' at the mouth gon get cha f**ked up
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' buck all dat shitin' at the mouth gon get cha f**ked up
You don't game in the club wit yo muthaf**kin click
We don't give a f**k hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't game in the club wit you muthaf**kin click
We don't give a f**k hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some West-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some North-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some South-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
(Chorus)
(Lil' Scrappy)
My brains is takin in too much pain
I'm bout explode first and then take names
But its cool lil' shawty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
I don't play wit muthaf**kers cause this shit be real
Make ya hold yo breath longer den a navy seal
And them bows (oh) will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you can't differ yo dick from yo ass
I smoke bows wit my niggas (what)
F**k hoes wit my niggas (what)
How the f**k you think I feel bout deforming yo figure (yeah)
It's a close casket
For them hatin baskets
Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots (ha ha)
Who you talkin to bitch?
What chu gon do trick?
When its obvious to see that chu aint gon do shit
Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump
I'm a quiet crunk nigga and f**k being the punk
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Yea... Yea... Yea
I'm lookin round dis muthafukin club (What)
Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and talkin and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthaf**king straightenin going on in this muthafuker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafukin do (What's up)
We gon' walk over to dis muthaf**kin niggas (Yea)
An talk to they ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
(Chorus)
