C-Loc - Whashapnin' Thug? lyrics

[Verse One - Max Minelli] After ya lick come score somethin' from me then After ya score try and flip your money then Keep doin' that you'll probably stack And after all the bullsh** it's probably Max What's hap'nin thug, let your mind be free And go'ne and put it in the wind cause it's fine with me You see that boy Young Minelli, I'm a G and a half I make ya girl bounce that 'till I'm seein' her a** It's a beautiful thing man, I just can't trip I got nothin' but time, and plenty money to flip I'm just tryin' to win Tryin' not to sin Tryin' to stack, but it seems like I gots to spend Why you wanna see me broke tryin' not to bend I gotta break big bread with my momma and them Ya heard that? Trunk slappin' to the best of my sounds I hollin' at my n***a Foola and the rest of my round, rounds Ha? [Chorus - repeat 2X] Whashapnin' thug (for all my hustla, hustlas) Whashapnin' thug (we keep it gangsta, gangsta) Whashapnin' thug (Now go'ne holla at ya dog)(oh) Whashapnin' thug? [Verse Two - Max Minelli] From the big cities down to the small towns We ain't never had so I come to tear it all down And I see, how they be lookin' when I swang Ain't gone knock me off my hustle cause I'm still gone do my thang, mane Ready or not, I come to give you what you need Broads so jocked out, they get to hollin' "yes indeed" Face off to the "T-t" clappin' And the "B-Boom" bumpin' Fa real, 'll knock you clean up out ya seat How ya wanna get it? Straight, from the man, the one, the gutta, the great, the raw and the real Now go'ne tell me how you feel, fa real I'm so thowed it's a damn shame Hit him up heavy, holla, and we can do the damn thang Now I'm sayin' Serious 'bout stackin' my nachos Desperados Ridin' on some choppas and some hot Vogues Ya heard that? Trunk slappin' to the best of my sounds I got to holla at my G-Money and the rest of my round, rounds Ha? [Chorus] [Verse Three - C-Loc] Whoa now That's what they tellin' me, but I keep my mug on The only label with ten felonies, that keep bubblin' on Steady duckin' first degrees in this place I call home Maintainin' focus on my G and ho sh**, don't steer me wrong Now when big daddy blaze the scene he leave his I.D. unknown Only hot girls and felons in the zone where I roam Enemies exterminated at the touch of a phone Like your 'burban been invaded by a species unknown Now what what, playa what, it's a bust back thang True love for blood familiar baby, not a thang change [Max Minelli] Ya heard that? Trunk slappin' to the best of my sounds I hollin' at my n***a Loc and the rest of my round, rounds Ha? [Chorus]