Chris Jackson - Whateva U Do lyrics

{*scratch*} Kids get your parents' permission befo-fore, fore-fore, fore tryin this [Snoop Dogg] Car full of hoes and the music gon' bang Everybody everybody, yeah we all doin everythang So you know what's happenin, ain't no need to pitty-pat Dogg in this motherf**er, yeah I get the kitty cat Swervin on the 110, blowin on some purp' One hand on the steerin wheel, the other up her mini-skirt Tryin to get some p**y while I'm pushin my whip Funny thing about is that I'm f**in yo' b**h Okay yo, ho lay low Get mayo, like O.J. yo, say ho Plug it in, pull it out Put it in, what it is, that's what it's all about Now what would I be If I let a punk motherf**er run up on me? I play chess, checkmate him in the streets 32 feet off gla**, that's threes Swish swish, fresh fish Ain't that a b**h? Like Ray J, I got +One Wish+ Look at the plates I'm in I never f**ed Superhead or Kim Kardashian It's a disgrace to yourself Dogg is the champ, to the face with the belt I'm undefeated, undisputed, persecuted Spaded and neutered, faded and booted [Hook] We got that chronic chronic We got that 'gnac 'gnac for you We got that chronic chronic We got that 'gnac 'gnac for you We got that chronic chronic We got that 'gnac 'gnac for you We got that chronic chronic We got that, whatever you do [Snoop Dogg] Put your hands in the sky Stick up, pick a piece of American pie What kind of car do you drive? Suicide doors on the pa**enger side Do the windows roll down? Do the doors lift high? Do the car change colors when that b**h drift by? I don't really know and I don't really care Cause me and my money's like Sonny & Cher Spend dough at the Gucci sto' I never spend dough on no coochie though (stop lyin) You can check it, I got a record In Brazil for runnin out and not payin a b**h (see ya) Juvenile delinquent, see when I speak this Move and I'll bleep this, lil' n***a peep this No secret this all exposed If you grew up on my music, your momma one of my hoes Your daddy one of my foes Your granny been to one of my shows It is contrary, that my literature-y is very necessary You feel me? And you can try to rewind it, define it Assign it to a whole nother groove Play it to another move, hope you go through Cause you on strike two With 12 jurors of your peers, you better hope they like you Ain't no tellin what they might do So I'mma just stay out they motherf**in white view Dippin in and out of town, got to get a hundred thou' Even if it's just for a sit-down I've been blessed by kings and kissed by queens Even got a homie named Prince Akeem Yes I mean, Black Diamonds, I can have anything Yup, this 20 Gang Even if I could've I would've, never stop I started on the bottom now they got him on the top Sensation - Bigg Snoop Dogg Ranked #1 in the nation Top draft pick, always got a top bad b**h Every time you see me, n***as wanna be me It ain't that easy It's still hard bein Snoop D-O motherf**in double G, believe me [Hook] "Do-do-do... whatever you do... do-do-do" {*scratched to fade*}