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E-Roc - What it Do lyrics

Artist: Yukmouth f/ Bun-B, E-Roc
Album: Godzilla
Song: What it Do
I hit the club with a crew of n***as
What it do n***a, what it do n***a
You wanna fight, I wanna shoot a n***a
What it do n***a, what it do n***a
You disrespect me I'mma bruise a n***a
What it do n***a, what it do n***a
Think I'm a punk, come and prove it n***a
What it do n***a, what it do n***a

f** a ho n***a, f** a ho n***a
f** a ho n***a, f** a ho n***a
f** a b**h n***a, f** a b**h n***a
f** a b**h n***a, f** a b**h n***a

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


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What it do, b**h..
6-5 Villa, 6-9 Villa, bonified k**as
We supply the villas, West side n***a
Recognize the reala, I'd die for my scrilla, surprise n***as!
I let the led bust, n***as step yo bread up
Talk sh** til I'm fed up and get yo f**in head bust
They throwin elbows dog I'm throwin bottles at em
My n***a just got parolled, I threw a model at em
Beef? I holla at em, with semi automatic weapons
f** what you stressin, get lit up wit AK 47's
I "Ryde or Die" like "Swizz Beatz"
So miss with the bullsh**, all these bullets gone turn yo a** to swiss cheese
Don't check me n***a check yo b**h
I hit n***as 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



Alright you punk p**y a** n***as get the f** up out my way
I've been havin a bad year, f** havin a bad day
They gave my right hand 8, the mutha f**in state
My team is fallin off so now these n***as wanna hate
I can see it in they eyes, I hear it in they songs
They just frontin like some pea cocks, 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**in loss
A V.I.P. n***a 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 a** with a Corona
I dragged the bar tender cross the stage til he pa**ed out
The first n***a touch me mayne I'm knockin his a** 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**h to d**h


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