What It Do lyrics

by

Bun B


[Hook]
I hit the club with a crew of n*ggas
What it do n*gga, what it do n*gga
You wanna fight, I wanna shoot a n*gga
What it do n*gga, what it do n*gga
You disrespect me I'mma bruise a n*gga
What it do n*gga, what it do n*gga
Think I'm a punk, come and prove it n*gga
What it do n*gga, what it do n*gga

[Bridge]
f*ck a ho n*gga, f*ck a ho n*gga
f*ck a ho n*gga, f*ck a ho n*gga
f*ck a b*tch n*gga, f*ck a b*tch n*gga
f*ck a b*tch n*gga, f*ck a b*tch n*gga

[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 f*cka would
Run up on me, I'mma show you it ain't all good
n*gga 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 f*ck, I will bust in the club
What it do, I will murder you chumps
You feeling like "Kriss Kross" then b*tch n*gga "Jump"
Uhh, left hook, right cross gone drop ya
All upside yo head with Champagne and Heinekin bottles
What it do my n*gga we can thug it out
Mac 11's, AK's we can slug it out
I give a f*ck about a b*tch n*gga and his crew
Let's tear the club up b*tch n*gga what it do
[Hook]

[Yukmouth]
What it do, b*tch..
6-5 Villa, 6-9 Villa, bonified killas
We supply the villas, West side n*gga
Recognize the reala, I'd die for my scrilla, surprise n*ggas!
I let the led bust, n*ggas step yo bread up
Talk sh*t til I'm fed up and get yo f*ckin head bust
They throwin elbows dog I'm throwin bottles at em
My n*gga just got parolled, I threw a model at em
Beef? I holla at em, with semi automatic weapons
f*ck what you stressin, get lit up wit AK 47's
I "Ryde or Die" like "Swizz Beatz"
So miss with the bullsh*t, all these bullets gone turn yo ass to swiss cheese
Don't check me n*gga check yo b*tch
I hit n*ggas 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 pus*y ass n*ggas get the f*ck up out my way
I've been havin a bad year, f*ck havin a bad day
They gave my right hand 8, the mutha f*ckin state
My team is fallin off so now these n*ggas wanna hate
I can see it in they eyes, I hear it in they songs
They just frontin like some pea c*cks, too god damn long
For the record let me say it, so ho don't get it crossed
Tryin to take the crown from the king, you gone take a f*ckin loss
A V.I.P. n*gga 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 ass with a Corona
I dragged the bar tender cross the stage til he passed out
The first n*gga touch me mayne I'm knockin his ass 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 b*tch to death
[Hook]
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