So What

Lyrics

It's the return Of the world's most famous [?] Ladies and gentlemen Funk extraordinaires Ladies and gentlemen West Coast, East Coast Kokane, check it out What do you say to a man that brags about his car? (So what?) What do you say to a man that claims he's a rap star? (So what?) Bam-diddly-diddly-bam-ba-see Isn't is a MC comin' up to me? Then that he stuck up in my ear Your halitosis is burnin' up my nose hairs Why why why Must we talk about your car And your dope ass house Why why why Must you be braggin' about the dope You be slangin' in the South Why why why Why you claim to be knockin' fools out Why why why Apparently you don't know what life's about No no Why why Why why why Ooh ooh What do you say to a man that brags about his car? (So what?) And what do you say to a man that claims he's a rap star? (So what?) Burnin' up my lungs here, get out my face Hey yo, same shit, different toilet I can't call it I'm just tryin' to have a good time Nigga you tryin' to spoil it Cause from the moment you walkin' You shit-talkin' Knowin' that these cats watchin' And chicks hawkin' Braggin' about that shit you own A new pager and cellphone The Benz on chrome, the brand new home Talkin' shit like that's gonna get you stuck up Ain't nobody impressed nigga, so shut the fuck up I see you talkin' to the dime with the tight weave Make sure you roll up your right sleeve Ten more time before the night leave To make sure she can see the wrist glisten (Nice watch!) Now you think you a baller, but just listen Tired of you niggas tryin' to put on a show I'm tired of you braggin' about the cars and dough I'm tired of you talkin' about niggas you don't know Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Well here it go [Chorus] What do you say to a man that claims he's the shiznit? (So what?) (All the felonious capers) What do you say to a man that say he got a hit? (So what?) You ain't really makin' no paper (Y'all ain't shit!) Niggas always talkin' bout what they got Niggas always talkin' bout how much they clock Niggas always talkin' every way they go I'm not impressed by you niggas, I just want you to know Niggas always talkin' bout what they got Niggas always talkin' bout how much they clock Niggas always talkin' every way they go I'm not impressed by you niggas, I just want you to know I don't care about a bitch or a 6 Chris Don or a mode All that shit just to show? You can't take it when you go I'm a survivor And I only speak for the riders And I don't wear Prada Cause I think the horses are hotter These other cats talkin' 'bout the jewels they got I'm talkin' 'bout the jewels I got from the dudes I shot Check my record, I made plenty niggas strip naked You wouldn't expect it so when it happens, just accept it Locked up, I been there Two years, I've done that Sellin' cats run at Or I'ma put you where a pun at I love being me Don't you wish you was me? Could take a nigga key And tell your friends it was weed? I'm too much for this world (Y'all can't stand me) I look better than my girl (Well goddamn it) I was once a hot boy but now I'm a cold man Only time y'all wanna brawl is all drunk and got the rams I don't need any, this thug life isn't in me I keep a pack of gum my gun and two jimmies I wouldn't leave a block until I knocked my last rock off Wishin' I could be that boy, drivin' with the top off [Chorus] What do you say to a man who claims he has all the girls? (So what?) Ooh-ooh La-aah La-aah