E-Rock - What it Do lyrics

[Hook] I hit the club with a crew of n***as What it do n***a, what it do n***a You wanna fight, I wanna shoot a n***a What it do n***a, what it do n***a You disrespect me I'mma bruise a n***a What it do n***a, what it do n***a Think I'm a punk, come and prove it n***a What it do n***a, what it do n***a [Bridge] f** a ho n***a, f** a ho n***a f** a ho n***a, f** a ho n***a f** a b**h n***a, f** a b**h n***a f** a b**h n***a, f** a b**h n***a [E-Roc] Fall in the club crunk, drunk and I'm feeling good Bouncin and throwin bows, clownin and reppin the hood Start somethin boy I wish a muh f**a would Run up on me, I'mma show you it ain't all good n***a we stay crunk in the club Remy and Hpnotiq keep us drunk in the club 9 milli's and 40 cal's tucked in the club E-Roc don't give a f**, I will bust in the club What it do, I will murder you chumps You feeling like "Kriss Kross" then b**h n***a "Jump" Uhh, left hook, right cross gone drop ya All upside yo head with Champagne and Heinekin bottles What it do my n***a we can thug it out Mac 11's, AK's we can slug it out I give a f** about a b**h n***a and his crew Let's tear the club up b**h n***a what it do [Hook] [Yukmouth] What it do, b**h.. 6-5 Villa, 6-9 Villa, bonified k**as We supply the villas, West side n***a Recognize the reala, I'd die for my scrilla, surprise n***as! I let the led bust, n***as step yo bread up Talk sh** til I'm fed up and get yo f**in head bust They throwin elbows dog I'm throwin bottles at em My n***a just got parolled, I threw a model at em Beef? I holla at em, with semi automatic weapons f** what you stressin, get lit up wit AK 47's I "Ryde or Die" like "Swizz Beatz" So miss with the bullsh**, all these bullets gone turn yo a** to swiss cheese Don't check me n***a check yo b**h I hit n***as with bar stools like a western flick Test the click and get whooped on, look at me worng and get hooked on The Art of War, I read the book on [Hook] [Bridge] [Bun-B] Alright you punk p**y a** n***as get the f** up out my way I've been havin a bad year, f** havin a bad day They gave my right hand 8, the mutha f**in state My team is fallin off so now these n***as wanna hate I can see it in they eyes, I hear it in they songs They just frontin like some pea co*ks, too god damn long For the record let me say it, so ho don't get it crossed Tryin to take the crown from the king, you gone take a f**in loss A V.I.P. n***a get in clubs through back do's Strap in hand, I run up in the dance flo' and smack hoes Pistol whip security, put hands on the owner Kick the DJ in his face and slap his a** with a Corona I dragged the bar tender cross the stage til he pa**ed out The first n***a touch me mayne I'm knockin his a** out Say Yuk hold his right arm, E-Roc hold his left Keep him up, don't let him fall, I'm bout to beat this b**h to d**h [Hook]