TERROR REID - AINT NOTHIN lyrics

(Aight holdup i gotta fuck this
Shit up real quick, Holdup)

Now lemme break it down for ya numbskulls
(for ya numbskulls)
Terror go so hard it make you
And ya folks go dumb
Like mi amigos from da west
We off our meds and
Flickin fools like cigarettes
What’s next? Ain't got a plan mane
Watchu thankin? (I don’t know)
I’m in the back
And my pockets still stankin from the
Indo i got at the shop up the block
I kinda wanna stop, but I might get popped
Ayo, i’ve never been played by a bop (nope)
Hoes too quick to homie hop
And get da crotch rot, Whoda thought?
With one word i got these nerds hot
And all these nerd birds flock
Like i'm throwin seeds in a lot
Anyway, movin on
I come up with this shit so quick
Ya gonna wanna put a helmet on
Cuz at the crack of dawn i’ll be on ya lawn
Droppin off packages just like tha unabomb
I’m blowin up ya crib and
The fishes out da pond i’ll spare ya mom
So you can see me when i tug her thong
In hindsight it’s probably wrong
But who got the mic? (Hm)
Yea thas right, now sing along:

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

(Ayo) Reid! What the fuck, where you been?
I been chillin, honed in
With a paper and a pen again
And ima need ends for you and ya friends
Cuz im servin up game like
A benny in a Bennigans
I’m here to win, but you already knew
Still the same ol thang
So go ahead hide ya boo
Cuz the new school dude in
Cool boots finna swoop
Yaint have a clue, what i'm really boutta do
I’ll take ya chick mane im storm chaser
(storm chaser)
The real slick, world class, door breaker
(door breaker) she want the thick stick
But i can’t shaker her (i can’t shake her)
The trouble makin, rap game Undertaker
(the Undertaker)
Yea, it's like this, but it ain’t like that
(nah) i’m drinking crown by the
Fifth in a Cadillac, Pullin back
Triple six slappin out da pack
Where the yak at?
Couple steps back lil mane best remember that
Cuz once i get going this shit become hotta
The don dotta, comin up from unda wata
There’s really none otha
You got the boy wunda
And i cut the whole thang like butta
It ain’t nothin

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna
Do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way