What You Gon' Do About It

Klank

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    Uh...yeah...uh...uh...uh
    Uh...uh, come on uh...uh

    [D-Shot]
    When you see young shorty bustin' through the club
    Everybody straight showin' me love
    I see the gangstas, they all in floss mode
    A hundred thousand in the trunk, that's ghetto funk
    I like to see all the homies gettin' while the gettin' is good
    And bring up everybody in their hood
    So uh, throw ya hood up, throw ya rollies up
    Everybody throw they motherfuckin' hands up
    Gangsta in gangsta mode
    Smobbin' down the blok on twenty inch toes
    A what ya gon' do about it
    A what ya gon' do about it

    [Hook: B-Legit & (The Click)]
    Now to my girls with the ass fat
    Swing it forth and back
    And when I'm in it can ya spin it like that huh
    (A what ya gon' do about it) huh
    (What ya gon' do about it)
    To my homies with the bank roll
    Twist a fork off the X-O
    And if she come would ya let her go huh
    (A what ya gon' do about it) huh
    What ya gon' do about it

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    [E-40]
    Hotcakes, can you practice makin' the kid
    Hold up, hear me out lil' mama let me place my bid
    See I'm nifty with my shit when I spit my verses
    DJ hope ya overcome the obstacles and hurdles
    Reefer, broccoli, hydro, dro, smokin' canibus club
    A trip to Maui, vacation Hawaiian puno pubs
    Ya un-addicted when I take ya, didn't pay for the sack
    For me to mack ya down by way of mouthpiece, my secret weapon
    When I went to jail you often came and visit
    It wasn't for no yo just some measly traffic tickets
    Fried and a DUI, I don't know why they didn't count it
    Posed to did a year but the jail was over-crowded

    [Hook]

    [B-Legit]
    What's the business baby, maybe we can discuss
    How ya came in with friends now ya sittin' with us
    I trust for the most part ya heart ain't wicked
    I'm tryin' to get with it and hit it, can we kick it
    I stick it to ya good like a nail on some wood
    Pimpin' say I should cause game is understood
    I would ease up but what good would it do
    I better off callin' a bitchin' girl than you
    To tell ya the truth it's a PI charge
    It don't come free when it gets this hard
    I hit ya where it hurts in ya shirt and collar
    Yo with ever last dollar, now holler

    [Hook]

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