B-legit - What You Gon' Do About It lyrics

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 motherf**in' 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 a** 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 [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 sh** 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 b**hin' 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]