Song Description
Southern swang, party song
| Song Length |
5:33 |
Genre |
Rap - General, Rap - Gangsta |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Mixed Vocals |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
?What It Do?
We Gonna, cop that, rock crack, lock that, block back
Stop That, traffic that aint adding to the knot that?s
Growin in my pocket, helping out my profit
Boy you know I got it, the bread you can drop it
That?s how I?m rollin man, drugs I be holdin man
Buds even opium, and I got the best coca man
Do you wanna ride on this coaster man
Do you wanna get higher than flyin over the land
that?s how we gonna keep that, peep that
Click that?ll catch you where you sleep, trust me I creep that
Late when the freaks that, tweak get they geek sacks
All over my street that?s where I get the cheese at
So what it do, what it does,
Put a few slugs, all up in the mug of your true love
And if you try to play me like a loser
I?m gonna treat your ass like a child sex abuser
What it do, what it does, when we off in the club
See the maf in the streets, give them maf niggaz love
Cuz we do what we does, smoking weed, sellin drugs
All my bitches and my thugs, get your riches nigga what
(2x)
You swearin up and down man, that you sellin, smoking weed
M-town, bean town, street peeps with me, huh
What your shorty lookin for, what she see a star
Know I?m rappin with the maf, wanna get up in my car
Joe muggin mean like he wanna leave me with a scar
Shorty gave me the ninja bike, I?m full of birds, I?m Escobar
What it do, smoke weed, what it does, sellin drugs
My nips and my click bitch, we deserve the love
Ass droppin, gun poppin, from my short?s and my thugs
Quick like sand hit a haters kneecap with a slug now get up
Get ya riches but, ask yourself what more could your ass want
More could lil mama need, but that fetti and that prada
Better yet that Gucci, we choppin everthing in chevy?s
Bitch stop lookin at the feet
Your eyes full of envy, with my own hand on my heat
The chopper no remorse, listen you can hear the heat
What it do, what it does, when we off in the club
See the maf in the streets, give them maf niggaz love
Cuz we do what we does, smoking weed, sellin drugs
All my bitches and my thugs, get your riches nigga what
(2x)
If pistols poppin, that shit ain?t stopping, what we do
What it do, motha fucka you can catch me smoking glue
Sticky sticky in my swisher sweet, lookin for a final freak
To come back to my hotel suite, bitch you know my game complete
All this is, is strange for me, so baby pop that thang for me
I keep that thang on me, case these niggas wanna swing on me
I?ll send you where them angels be, y?all niggaz can?t hang with me
To much for you to fuck with, but your girl loves to suck dick
Till her jaws numb and shit, I swear she?s the dumbest bitch
Comin off that cheddar cheese and I ain?t gotta ask for it
Now she poppin ass and shit, showin for the whole click
You should see your hoe strip, she on fuck away from the hoe strip
Bitch, bring back my chips, make daddy rich
Cuz I need 20?s on the classic
Bitch I gotta have it
And any competition nigga we gonna mash it, now light that blunt and pass it
What it do, what it does, when we off in the club
See the maf in the streets, give them maf niggaz love
Cuz we do what we does, smoking weed, sellin drugs
All my bitches and my thugs, get your riches nigga what
(2x)