Busta Rhymes, J-Doe - What You Wanna Do lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, J-Doe - What You Wanna Do lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Watch me
Look, ok, J-Doe in up in the damn box
You might even drop a shit on anything hot
Encore if it's R&B or reggae if it's pop
When it come to Hip-Hop nigga I got a lock
I don't fck with haters just how
I don't fck with cops
I learned on my block when
I see your own talk
A hundred chicks is calling me
They follow me and Flox
Young nigga coming from the bottom to the top
They love it, bad bitches in my front row
They crushin
I tell em come up to the penthouse
They Russian
Them Grammies and plaques on the wall
Don't touch em
Why you callin me baby in the bed
With this fckin, yea I'm
Buzzin in the street
I got em blushing in the cheeks
I'm telling every bitch I meet oh
Yea you fckin with a beast
Okay it's nothing to a G, I'm getting money
Can't you see?
They can't, nobody fck with me
And if you think you can then wuchu wanna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Okay, what you gon' say? What you gon' do?
When I see your girls comin' for you
(I'm just a smooth ma'fcka)
She ain't gon' say no
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Okay, if we get closed
That's the thing you're standing next to
Don't be actin cool
Nigga I ain't never met you
I'm a whip that ass
Ain't nobody gonna rescue
You ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you
Yea I had no girl
Then I used her like a restroom
On my line every day and
She don't even text you
She can stay over here
That's how niggas from the west do
Even if she go sleep over
She stay in the guest room
Yea I'm whippin niggas ass
On this microphone shit
And I'm filin no trends
Bitch I'm on my own shit
Niggas in this industry be walkin
On that clone shit
Gotta pay attention to the niggas
You do songs with
I ain't letting whack ass half ass rappers
Get up on no song with me
That's working ass rackots
No one gotta take it with me
Up in this damn thang
And if you got a problem
Nigga that's what numbers say
Aye, what you gonna do?
Watch me
Look, ok, J-Doe in up in the damn box
You might even drop a shit on anything hot
Encore if it's R&B or reggae if it's pop
When it come to Hip-Hop nigga I got a lock
I don't fck with haters just how
I don't fck with cops
I learned on my block when
I see your own talk
A hundred chicks is calling me
They follow me and Flox
Young nigga coming from the bottom to the top
They love it, bad bitches in my front row
They crushin
I tell em come up to the penthouse
They Russian
Them Grammies and plaques on the wall
Don't touch em
Why you callin me baby in the bed
With this fckin, yea I'm
Buzzin in the street
I got em blushing in the cheeks
I'm telling every bitch I meet oh
Yea you fckin with a beast
Okay it's nothing to a G, I'm getting money
Can't you see?
They can't, nobody fck with me
And if you think you can then wuchu wanna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Okay, what you gon' say? What you gon' do?
When I see your girls comin' for you
(I'm just a smooth ma'fcka)
She ain't gon' say no
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Okay, if we get closed
That's the thing you're standing next to
Don't be actin cool
Nigga I ain't never met you
I'm a whip that ass
Ain't nobody gonna rescue
You ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you
Yea I had no girl
Then I used her like a restroom
On my line every day and
She don't even text you
She can stay over here
That's how niggas from the west do
Even if she go sleep over
She stay in the guest room
Yea I'm whippin niggas ass
On this microphone shit
And I'm filin no trends
Bitch I'm on my own shit
Niggas in this industry be walkin
On that clone shit
Gotta pay attention to the niggas
You do songs with
I ain't letting whack ass half ass rappers
Get up on no song with me
That's working ass rackots
No one gotta take it with me
Up in this damn thang
And if you got a problem
Nigga that's what numbers say
Aye, what you gonna do?