The Click - What You Gon' Do About It lyrics
[The Click - What You Gon' Do About It lyrics]
Uhyeahuhuhuh uhuh, come on uhuh
When you see young shorty
Bustin' through the club
Everybody straight showin' me love
I see the gangstas, they all in floss mode
A hundred thousand in the trunk
That's ghetto funk
I like to see all the homies
Gettin' while the gettin' is good
And bring up everybody in their hood
So uh, throw ya hood up, throw ya rollies up
Everybody throw they motherfuckin' hands up
Gangsta in gangsta mode
Smobbin' down the blok on twenty inch toes
A what ya gon' do about it
A what ya gon' do about it
Now to my girls with the ass fat
Swing it forth and back
And when I'm in it can ya
Spin it like that huh
(A what ya gon' do about it) huh
(What ya gon' do about it)
To my homies with the bank roll
Twist a fork off the X-O
And if she come would ya let her go huh
(A what ya gon' do about it) huh
What ya gon' do about it
Hotcakes, can you practice makin' the kid
Hold up
Hear me out lil' mama let me place my bid
See I'm nifty with my shit
When I spit my verses
DJ hope ya overcome the obstacles and hurdles
Reefer, broccoli, hydro, dro
Smokin' canibus club
A trip to Maui, vacation Hawaiian puno pubs
Ya un-addicted when I take ya
Didn't pay for the sack
For me to mack ya down by way of mouthpiece
My secret weapon
When I went to jail you often came and visit
It wasn't for no yo just
Some measly traffic tickets fried and a DUI
I don't know why they didn't count it
Posed to did a year but
The jail was over-crowded
What's the business baby
Maybe we can discuss
How ya came in with friends
Now ya sittin' with us
I trust for the most part
Ya heart ain't wicked
I'm tryin' to get with it and hit it
Can we kick it i stick it to ya good like
A nail on some wood
Pimpin' say I should cause game is understood
I would ease up but what good would it do
I better off callin' a bitchin' girl than you
To tell ya the truth it's a PI charge
It don't come free when it gets this hard
I hit ya where it hurts
In ya shirt and collar
Yo with ever last dollar, now holler
When you see young shorty
Bustin' through the club
Everybody straight showin' me love
I see the gangstas, they all in floss mode
A hundred thousand in the trunk
That's ghetto funk
I like to see all the homies
Gettin' while the gettin' is good
And bring up everybody in their hood
So uh, throw ya hood up, throw ya rollies up
Everybody throw they motherfuckin' hands up
Gangsta in gangsta mode
Smobbin' down the blok on twenty inch toes
A what ya gon' do about it
A what ya gon' do about it
Now to my girls with the ass fat
Swing it forth and back
And when I'm in it can ya
Spin it like that huh
(A what ya gon' do about it) huh
(What ya gon' do about it)
To my homies with the bank roll
Twist a fork off the X-O
And if she come would ya let her go huh
(A what ya gon' do about it) huh
What ya gon' do about it
Hotcakes, can you practice makin' the kid
Hold up
Hear me out lil' mama let me place my bid
See I'm nifty with my shit
When I spit my verses
DJ hope ya overcome the obstacles and hurdles
Reefer, broccoli, hydro, dro
Smokin' canibus club
A trip to Maui, vacation Hawaiian puno pubs
Ya un-addicted when I take ya
Didn't pay for the sack
For me to mack ya down by way of mouthpiece
My secret weapon
When I went to jail you often came and visit
It wasn't for no yo just
Some measly traffic tickets fried and a DUI
I don't know why they didn't count it
Posed to did a year but
The jail was over-crowded
What's the business baby
Maybe we can discuss
How ya came in with friends
Now ya sittin' with us
I trust for the most part
Ya heart ain't wicked
I'm tryin' to get with it and hit it
Can we kick it i stick it to ya good like
A nail on some wood
Pimpin' say I should cause game is understood
I would ease up but what good would it do
I better off callin' a bitchin' girl than you
To tell ya the truth it's a PI charge
It don't come free when it gets this hard
I hit ya where it hurts
In ya shirt and collar
Yo with ever last dollar, now holler