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8ball mjg - whatchu gonna do lyrics

(feat. pimp c)

[mjg:]
roach spraid on the block
then i took my throwback
now my soldiers posted up
hangin’ like a coatrack
gun in the bushes and
work in the stash spot
overtime, al night
try’na make a fat knock
swell in my pocket
like i’m carryin’ a loaf of bread
been around the world
but i still love local head
got the sh-t to make ’em jump
it’s hyper like a pimp rally
give ’em just a piece it make ’em
mime me like a skip daddy
glock, chevy parked in the yard
with’ the double pipes
if i catch ya try’na steal it
i’m a get double life
i ain’t wanna do it, i ain’t even really hate son
that’s a d-mn shame but tomorrow, i’m a make?
black hummer waitin’ for me in front of the jail house
comin’ for the boys who thought that i wouldn’t bail out
top notch citizen, on top of his sh-t again
pimp type, m-j-g, another hit again

[hook: mjg (pimp c)]
this some grown man sh-t, p-ssy -ss n-gg-!
how you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(p-ssy -ss n-gg-, we can just get to it, b-tch)
this some grown man sh-t, p-ssy -ss n-gg-!
how you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(p-ssy -ss n-gg-, we can just get to it)

[8 ball:]
boys ask me all the time
am i tired of the grind
h-ll naw n-gg-, gettin’ richer
that’s all on my mind
twist the pine, smoke a pound
grabbin’ chickens, buy a ticket
delta airlines, pimp, i got some down -ss b-tches
broads with’ them credit cards
make her listen, let her charge
flat tvs and some tiles for my momma car
eighty-thousand dollars, i’mma f-ckin’ ghetto superstar
work come soft, never hard, that’s a different charge
tre-8 never jam if i gotta blam blam!
if you not a regular, i’m taxin’ you like uncle sam
rubber gloves, blue magic and some downy sheets
plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine
my uncle, “old school” don’t need nothin’ but a triple-beam
a dollar and a plate, he like to hit it while he mix it
i be rollin’ up blunts in the den, countin’ bread
30 dollars till my heart stop beatin’ and i’m dead

[hook]

[pimp c:]
unh
sweet jones is the pimp of the year
wrist full of frozen fireworks
6 in my ear, fly hoes and chains and
sw-ngin’ on them thangs b-tch
no i ain’t no lame, got cocaine
it ain’t no thang b-tch, for you to drive down holl’n for ten
guaranteed when ya test it you’ll come and get ’em again
i heard a n-gg- say his name was pimp c on that “boss’n up” movie
but that n-gg- ain’t me
too many clones in the streets and on the microphone
p-ssy -ss n-gg-z need to leave my legacy alone
’cause i’m a motherf-ckin’ king in that texas
don’t hesitate to put that thang on them plexers
’cause it ain’t no thang to lay yo’ lump off in yo’ lap boy
hit his figure with’ the trigger, scratch off in the toy
f-ck me, not a change n-gg- f-ck you
you want a war? it’s whateva you b-tches wanna do

[hook: till fade]

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