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LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ LYRICS

 

"What You Gon' Do"

(feat. Lil Scrappy)

 

[Lil' Jon]

Yea

What...What

Check dis out right (Yea)

Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz

The Kings of Krunk

Back at you with some new shit

Now just because we went platinum and shit don't mean we gone change nigga

We the muthafuking Kings of Krunk and we gon' always keep this muthafucker krunk

Now let's talk about some more music

 

[Chorus]

If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck

When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit

If you roll up in the club and them hoes aren't acting up

When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit

What they gon' do shit [repeat 8 times]

 

[Lil' Jon]

Fuck nigga what's up,

Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...

Fuck nigga what's up,

Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...

You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...

We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches

You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...

We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches

It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,

and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

It's some West-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,

and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

It's some North-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,

and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

It's some South-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,

and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Scrappy]

My brains is taking in too much pain

I'm bout to explode first and then take names

But its cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed

I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm

I don't play wit muthafuckers cause this shit be real

Make ya hold ya breath longer than a navy seal

And them hoes will leave yo ass dead in the path

Like the way you came nigga yo dick from yo ass

I break bones with my niggas

Fuck hoes with my niggas

How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo figure

It's a close casket

For them hating basket

Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots

Who you talking to bitch?

What you gon' do trick?

When its obvious to see that you aint gon' do shit

Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump

I'm a quiet krunk nigga and fuck being the punk

 

[Chorus]

 

[Bridge]

Yea... Yea... Yea

I'm looking round dis muthafuking club (What)

Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and talking and shit)

Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightening in the muthafuker (Yea)

Dis what we gon' muthafuking do (What's up)

We gon' walk over to dis muthafucking niggas (Yea)

And talk to their ass like dis

Only bitches' talk shit (What)

Only bitches' talk shit (What)

Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit

Only bitches' talk shit (What)

Only bitches' talk shit (What)

Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit

We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

 

[Chorus]

Ludacris – Act a fool

 

 

[Intro]

DRAH! 2 Fast...

DRAH! 2 Furious...

I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!

DRAH! 2 Fast...

DRAH! 2 Furious...

OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!

 

[Chorus]

AHH, you just came home from doin a bid

Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib

BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes

Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues

BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

 

[Verse 1]

Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers

It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR

Evacuate the building and trick the pigs

Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs

See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries

You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME

Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on

You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"

You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK

I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate

It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years

They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears

I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash

Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash

Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride

We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT

 

[Chorus]

Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink

Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Now your car just stopped on a empty tank

BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

If you got late bills and you lost your job

Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob

BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

 

[Verse 2]

Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise

Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes

And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT

And I just put a computer in the glove compartment

With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE

TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL

It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES

More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle

Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep

NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat

and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection

Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection

I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard

Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD

And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE

Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun

 

[Chorus]

You just got hustled for a wire of cash

Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash

Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth

BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

If anyone talk bad about the Dirty South

Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL

 

[Verse 3]

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open

Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking

See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY

Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty

Rollin through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel

Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield

Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT

I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit

Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout

Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out

and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic

So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic

I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart

You'll be like lil John Cue and get a +Change of Heart+

It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams

I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS

 

[Chorus]

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims

Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEAMS

BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed

Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red

BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

 

[Outro]

2 Fast, 2 Furious...

2 Fast....ACT A FOOL

2 Fast, 2 Furious...

2 Fast....ACT A FOOL