YUKMOUTH lyrics : "What It Do"
[Hook]
I hit the club with a crew of ^!$$%z
What it do ^!$$%, what it do ^!$$%
You wanna fight, I wanna shoot a ^!$$%
What it do ^!$$%, what it do ^!$$%
You disrespect me I'ma bruise a ^!$$%
What it do ^!$$%, what it do ^!$$%
Think I'm a punk, come and prove it ^!$$%
What it do ^!$$%, what it do ^!$$%
[Bridge]
$#&@ a hoe ^!$$%, $#&@ a hoe ^!$$%
$#&@ a hoe ^!$$%, $#&@ a hoe ^!$$%
$#&@ a (*##$ ^!$$%, $#&@ a (*##$ ^!$$%
$#&@ a (*##$ ^!$$%, $#&@ a (*##$ ^!$$%
[E-Roc]
Fall in the club crunk, drunk and I'm feeling good
Bouncin and throwin bows, clownin and reppin the hood
Start somethin boy I wish a muh $#&@a would
Run up on me, I'ma show you it ain't all good
^!$$% we stay crunk in the club
Remy and Hpnotiq keep us drunk in the club
9 milli's and 40 cal's tucked in the club
E-Roc don't give a $#&@, I will bust in the club
What it do, I will murder you chumps
You feeling like "Kriss Kross" then (*##$ ^!$$% "Jump"
Uhh, left hook, right cross gone drop ya
All upside yo head with Champagne and Heinekin bottles
What it do my ^!$$% we can thug it out
Mac 11's, AK's we can slug it out
I give a $#&@ about a (*##$ ^!$$% and his crew
Let's tear the club up (*##$ ^!$$% what it do
[Hook]
[Yukmouth]
What it do, (*##$..
6-5 Villa, 6-9 Villa, bonified killas
We supply the villas, West side ^!$$%
Recognize the reala, I'd die for my scrilla, surprise ^!$$%z!
I let the led bust, ^!$$%z step yo bread up
Talk %#@! til I'm fed up and get yo $#&@in head bust
They throwin elbows dog I'm throwin bottles at em
My ^!$$% just got parolled, I threw a model at em
Beef? I holla at em, with semi automatic weapons
$#&@ what you stressin, get lit up wit AK 47's
I "Ryde or Die" like "Swizz Beatz"
So miss with the bull%#@!, all these bullets gone turn yo $$# to swiss cheese
Don't check me ^!$$% check yo (*##$
I hit ^!$$%z with bar stools like a western flick
Test the click and get whooped on, look at me worng and get hooked on
The Art of War, I read the book on
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Bun-B]
Alright you punk #~!!@ $$# ^!$$%z get the $#&@ up out my way
I've been havin a bad year, $#&@ havin a bad day
They gave my right hand 8, the mutha $#&@in state
My team is fallin off so now these ^!$$%z wanna hate
I can see it in they eyes, I hear it in they songs
They just frontin like some pea @@#!s, too god damn long
For the record let me say it, so hoe don't get it crossed
Tryin to take the crown from the king, you gone take a $#&@in loss
A V.I.P. ^!$$% get in clubs through back do's
Strap in hand, I run up in the dance flo' and smack hoes
Pistol whip security, put hands on the owner
Kick the DJ in his face and slap his $$# with a Corona
I dragged the bar tender cross the stage til he passed out
The first ^!$$% touch me mayne I'm knockin his $$# out
Say Yuk hold his right arm, E-Roc hold his left
Keep him up, don't let him fall, I'm bout to beat this (*##$ to death
[Hook]
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