What Cha Gone Do?

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, wa'cha gonna do nigga? Wa'cha gonna do? Tell me tell me tell me Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Yea all them punk-ass niggas talkin that shit my nigga But they talkin loud and they sayin this shit Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Ay Daz Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? I think it's time that we give it to these niggas Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? You know the question [Verse: Daz Dillinger] You will never catch us tripping on the front line Yep yep, run in the streets, yea I want mine New car, new crib, on the shelf line New game, fuck the friends on a new level Hit the switch on em, get rich on em You will see another side, but you don't wanna [Verse: WC] Get realer 'cause we real with the V-I From the minks to the Dickie shorts and the knee highs Heard we ain't with it, best believe he lie Like a rubber band money, white T, Levy's Hustle, getting money til the day we die The question is nigga when you see me ride [Hook] Wa'cha gonna do? Tell me Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? You know the question Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? [Verse: Daz] We on the road to success, bitches Fuck fake niggas, spitting out this venom in them Shake them hoes off, yea keep it pushin Yea I'm makin money back, backyard country cooking Make run trap, then I'm back at it All this cabbage stacked up, burning white rabbit Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my neck I'm so icy when I shine 'cause I break a sweat I'm G'd up I shine boy like a diamond [Verse: WC] We really living this shit girl, no denying Lot of niggas grindin but they just lyin They ain't with they Chucks kicked up, reverse class flyin Come a long way from where niggas be dyin Cocaine out the same place the chicken be fryin From big grass to big checks For signing up front with the money, y'all chasing behind it I felt up my coat, keep something in my lining Cuz over the cock niggas be blocking like linemen Niggas say they want the real but they blinded But if they look at me and D-A-Z they find it [Hook] [Verse: Daz Dillinger] Real niggas know me, I know they bitches too I'm the type of nigga, you reeling me I'm reeling you Where my crew at? Front back and center When it's time for war you know we keep the highest score I tell em drop and roll Then they unload The semi-auto automatic when that thing blow It's a cold world, nigga don't trip Daz and WC nigga, you know we run shit [Verse: WC] You know the politics Get a lot of chips Make the products lift The Impala skip Ride and never quit Hittin down the licks Disrespect and we make the gunpowder kick High off of cheba, squabble with the keeta Nigga catching more fades than a wide receiver They can't see us, crip walkin to Paris Khaki suit and with the Visa and now believe us [Hook] Daz and WC, west coast gangsta shit The fuck y'all gon do, nigga? [Outro] Bitch nigga tell me Wa'cha gonna do? Fake bitch what the fuck you gonna do? All the haters, what the fuck you gonna do? Lick bottles, what the fuck you gonna do? All my gangstas, what the fuck you gonna do? All my hustlers, what the fuck you gonna do? All my bitches, wussup with you? Everybody tell me Wa'cha gonna do?