(Chorus)
(Foe Loc)
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What you wan do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What you gon do
(Doc)
Yeah yeah huh
Everybody wanna sip of Bombay
Be coo when the homies slam sh** then dip
If he got a strap then he must be ready to trip
If he got his own then he must be ready to flip
If he got yo b**h maybe now she succin his dicc
If he at yo home maybe now he wearin yo sh**
I be knowin now, baby I be rollin Eclipse
What ya knowin now ain't you on the run for some sh**
Ain't nothin changed in the hood look around
Except we all grown up and don't be givin a fucc
Mr. D-O-C
Ya selfish a** homie take b**hes like this
And dump em in a ditch
And ya tape ain't hip
Yo style is a trip
You be slurin and sh**
It must be a lisp
I be makin a grip f**in wit Blacc Market
45 on my hip shushin up in my pocket
It's only me
Say it now "Fucc Doc" wit me
Yo b**h be sayin it when I'm up in the p**y
When I'm makin it bushy it's on me
When you waitin all alone it's on you
What ya wanna do
(Chorus)
(Foe Loc)
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What you wan do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What you gon do
(Doc)
I took chances and made moves
To be the boss I proved
You can't levatate and fizz if you don't make hits
Like this
Mr. Doc Holiday drinkin Bombay
Wit my n***a Slim and Tre
Around the way hoes get fucced
Spend all they loot then ship through the cut
See I don't really about breakin bread
Like my n***a Ced
But I ain't gonna be broke ya dicc head
And realism, Bloccstyle got ya hot
I step bacc and let all these fake n***as lie on they traccs
Yo daddy say that sh** so you can know what goes
Now what they about the hood if they ain't did it before
What, they seen it
Ain't you seen it
Swartzan***a ain't sh** if he ain't loc 2 da brain b**h
And on the front lawn
Carrying a nine
Like Odysea do that sh** all the time
Except me, I keep a 4-5
Cuz if I got hit wit one
They must be the sh** and that's on my dicc
See the world's a coo place but ya let it on
Get yo a** involved wit them ones who get you wetted n***a
(Chorus)
(Foe Loc)
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What you wan do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What you gon do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What you wan do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do
What you gon do
(Foe Loc)
It is most definitly
Sumpthin ya ought to see
Between you and me
Odysea is where the for realaz breed
Proceed with extreme caution please
Or approach on your knees
Cuz you can't fucc wit these
Supreme gangsta MC's
(Chorus in Baccround)
(Doc talking)
Maaann god damn, you see n***a that's what happens every time
You put this n***a Doc on the microphone man somebody get hurt
Like that n***a, and Foe Loco and my n***a Reggie and my n***a
Slim and Tre, you see you put them n***as behind some of that
Stone Age sh** n***a, some of that sh** from my n***a Crip man
God damn I'm out this motha fucca n***a, you see what I'm sayin
Baby, you see what I'm sayin baby, 'm out this motha fucca...