[Papa Juggy]
Cha cha cha
Hey watch out rude bwoy
You see how tight Bo$$ come man?
She just come down DANGEROUS!
"Is that what time it is Boss?"
"Yo what the f*ck is wrong with you?"
"This is deep, but I'm going deeper.."
[Verse 1: Bo$$]
I don't really wanna feel
Like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill
Just to deal with the ills like this f*cked up trip (damn)
My skills ain't paying bills
And it's f*cking with me and my grip (I hear you)
I drink that St. Ide's sh*t
And smoke a ticket at the same time
Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature
I'm livin' foul like a Knickerbocker (you livin' foul?)
b*tch I'm not the woman to sleep but I'm lost (yo that's deep)
Cause I be on some ole' "I'm tired of n*ggas"
Trying to come up off b*tches type thing ("What can I do?")
And if I don't react the way he want he might swing
His little trick b*tch ass in another direction
Then don't even use protection
I hate stupid sh*t as*h*les can avoid
Yo! And if worse came to worse I'll run a fraud on unemployed
Cause who the f*ck cares that I got gray hairs and can't sleep
Know what I mean? (Yeah hell yeah, that's deep)
Deeper and deeper .... "What can I do?"
Deeper and deeper .... "What can I do?"
"This is deep, but I'm going deeper.."
[Verse 2: Bo$$]
Every now and then I start flipping and get to thinkin'
Bout deep sh*t beyond all that bullsh*t
I shoot at people (yeah I know what you mean)
But f*ck it I'm evil
And I'm hip to every b*tch trying to get a grip
And every n*gga trying to get a grip but f*ck that sh*t
And I say f*ck that sh*t with my mighty middle finger
I'm heavy off into this rap sh*t, bucking singers
Yo I think I'm getting tense (word?)
Cause my dollars ain't making no f*cking sense; but then again
It's probably all that chronic that I smoked
I use to be like that when I was out there slanging dope
And lately I been flipping on some old paranoid sh*t
Like looking f*ckers up and down trying to start sh*t ("What can I do?")
Cause I'm a hard b*tch (So why don't you just soften up?)
I try to be cool but I get caught up when I go to clubs, straight up
I don't even trust myself (yo, you can trust me)
f*ck I know? (I'm just like you)
Right, that's deep
Deeper and deeper ....
Deeper and deeper ....
(Yo Bo$$ that sh*t you talking bout that's some deep sh*t
I'm tellin you motherf*ckers can't really get with that
Relate to that sh*t)
[Papa Juggy]
Eh hey hey, I guess it's best we tell them mon
Every time she come, she's detrimental mon
Yes mon, know dis
Hehehe, don't make me tell dem again mon, woyyy
She too hotta, tell-a-man she too hotta
Tell man she too hotta an' every posse know dat-ta
Yes, she too hotta, tell man she too hotta
For inside she come, she say de posse get flat come
[Verse 3: Bo$$]
Aye yo, I got them buck-wild thrills, living foul kills
I'm trying to get to Watts but I'm stuck in Baldwin Hills (damn)
Trying to find myself for real though, check it
If I just rewind myself I'll see it ain't that hectic
Y'all don't hear me talking but its time to get a stack
Cause I'm about a second away, from going back
To the corner slangin dope (now you know you don't wanna do that sh*t)
Gankin cluckers, jackin high, cappin marks
I may be losin' my mind but better that than my heart (I hear you)
I talk a lot of sh*t but I can back it all the f*ck up
I'm real cool people until some bullsh*t get brung up
Look here, believe me I ain't comin out my crib
Tryin to snap on life and run out and do some dumb sh*t
So I'll be takin another sip to relax me
And get them problems out my mind that distract me
Life is workin on my last nerve (yeah I hear you G)
I'll see yo' ass next week, peace (yo that sh*t is deep)
Deeper and deeper .... "What can I do?"
Deeper and deeper .... "What can I do?"
[Papa Juggy starts again and fades out..]
Deeper and deeper .... "What can I do?"
Deeper and deeper .... "What can I do?"