Whateva Man lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Production by Erick Sermon]

[Intro: E Dub]
Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)
Ayo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whatever, man)
You ready to get drunk as f*ck? (Whatever, man)
You, you sayin somethin'? (Whatever, man)
Ayo (Whatever, man)
(I can feel it) Check it, Kool V
I keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (Yeah)
Ooh, la, la, la (So what ya sayin'?)

[Verse 1: Redman, Erick Sermon]
Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard, far from commercial (So whatcha mean, n*gga?)
We don't give a f*ck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?) No doubt
From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks
Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, n*gga)
Rap Shogun, yes, E the one
Yo, I'm rolling with a forty pack of n*ggas
Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger
Yo, give me dap, n*gga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse
So chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond
n*ggas front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn n*gga, you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)
I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician
I don't got a pot to p*ss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin
I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for b*tches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)
[Chorus]
(I can feel it)
Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to knock this n*gga out? (Whatever, man)
Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)
You ready to start this sh*t off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)

[Verse 2: Redman]
I smoked with a lot of college students
Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pus*y walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
PPP the kinda n*ggas that'll bug with ya
Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya
Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, b*tch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm, b*tch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the f*ck out my cypher (I can feel it)

[Chorus]
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this n*gga? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)
You ready to f*ck, b*tch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)
[Outro]
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
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