[Intro: WC]
Huh, wa'cha gonna do n***a?
Wa'cha gonna do?
Tell me tell me tell me
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
Yea all them punky a** n***as talkin that sh** my n***a
But they talkin loud and they sayin this sh**
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
Aye Daz
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
I think it's time that we give it to these n***as
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
You know the question
[Verse: Daz Dilliger]
You will never catch a strip end on the front line
Yep yep, run in the streets, yea I want mine
New car, new crib, on the shelf hah
New game, f** the friends on a new level
Hit the switch on em, hit which on em
You will see him like the side, you don't want er
Get with a cuff and real with the VI
From the means to the dicky shorts and the knee highs
Heard we ain't with that, best believe he lie
Like a rubber band money, white T Levy's
Hustle, getting money til the day we die
The question is n***a when you see me ride
[Hook]
Wa'cha gonna do?
Tell me Wa'cha gonna do?
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
Wa'cha gonna do?
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
You know the question
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
Wa'cha gonna do?
Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do? Wa'cha gonna do?
[Verse: WC]
We on the road to success, b**hes
f** fake n***as, getting off this in a minute
Shake them hoes off, yea keep it pushin
Yea I'm makin money back, yall catch a cookie
Make run trap, then I'm back at it
All this cabbage stacked up, burning white rabbit
Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my neck
I'm so icy wanna shine cuz I break a sweat
I'm G'd up a shine boy make a diamond
No woman living this sh** girl, no denying
Lot of n***as grindin but they just lyin
They ain't with they trucks kicked up, reverse cla** flyin
Got my long way from where n***as be dyin
Cocaine up the same place the chicken be flyin
From big gra** to big checks
For flyin it up front with the money, all chasin behind that
I felled up my corner, keep something in my lining
Cuz over the co*k n***as be blockin like linen
n***as say they want the real but they blindin
But if they look at me and DMZ they find thta
[Hook]
[Verse: Daz Dillinger]
Real n***as know me, I know they b**hes too
I'm the type of n***a, you reeling me I'm reeling you
Where my crew at? Front back and center
When it's time for war you know we keep the highest score
I tell em drop and roll, Then they unload
The semi-auto automatic when that thing blow
It's a dope world, n***a don't trip
Daz and Dub C n***a
You know we run sh**
You know the politics, get a lot of chips
Make the brolics live, being a pilot scare
Ride and never quit, hittin down the licks
Disrespect and we make the gunpowder kick
High off of cheeba, squabble with the keeta
n***a catch em on phase, been a wild deceiver
They can't see us, crip walkin to Paris
Kaki suit and with the Visa and now they leave us
[Hook]
Daz and Dub C, west coast gangsta sh**
The f** yall gon do, n***a?
[Bridge]
b**h n***a tell me Wa'cha gonna do?
Fake b**h what the f** you gonna do?
All the haters, what the f** you gonna do?
Lick bottles, what the f** you gonna do?
All my gangstas, what the f** you gonna do?
All my hustlers, what the f** you gonna do?
All my b**hes, wussup with you?
Everybody tell me Wa'cha gonna do?