Doom squad - What Up lyrics

Drink to my drinkin' Yeea, uh [Verse 1] See I have a theory I can get around the world With my social sk**s I never sleep outside an honour flow for real Even the haters know the deal I don't need a pocket full of bills To eat the dopest meals In every hood that I decide to show was ‘What up' Hold up, what up, got blunt? Yo shown up What up? Yo shut up! Yeah he right, I keep it humble so I'm a keep it cool, even when I got the bungalow What up homie? Keep bangin' those switches What up shorty? I don't play with these b**hes My cup slowly turns into empty I sippin' on Alize, Bombay & Henny I smokin' on blunts with some hash mixed up in ‘em These hoes lookin' fine so I'm tryin'a get in ‘em The Kush got me spinnin' Codeine got me tippin' The waitress I'm still [? ?] Yo homie, what up I feel I had a good year People recognize me in they neighbourhood's here I'm trying to tour, I hear a bunch of people shout my name Tryin' make a little money not a household name It's like, I'm just trying walk about my house And hear ‘em saying ‘what up' Homie light the blunt up Kno-wha' I'm sayin'? I'm a, get my hustle on Maybe spit a rhyme I'm from Canada We drinking 40's in the wintertime It's like [Chorus:] All I ever hear is people saying ‘what up' (What up) ‘what up' (what up) And I just like to hit the studio and have em saying ‘what up' (What up) ‘what up' (what up) Walk up to a fine a** b**h and hear me saying ‘what up' (What up) ‘what up' (what up) And I just wanna get real high n***a, saying ‘what up' (What up) ‘I'm real high' (I'm real high) [Verse 2:] *Wazzzzaaapppp* Oh, we're not doin' that? My bad, lets go back To that LOD-LMNOP With some energy Down a red bull Smoke a Pom Make a melody Ya me, I put my rap hat on Orange and silver Get high, fat and drunk On Kush, borrowed your Pilsner And you, you'll remember me When the song is over Be like “Who the f** snuck the verse in the recorder?” Ain't nothin' better than recognition Of your hustlin' business What up to all my people going hard every minute Wether in the office, music studio, I'm digging ditches We makin' a living, Maestro Fresh — stick to your vision I feel on a mission to banging the car subs Knew I made it when I mentioned [? ? ?] with bone thugs And in the club, drinks blow up Waitress bringing like, ten to me The blunts get it rolled While we screaming free Marc Emery What up? What's good? I'm so misunderstood I drink 'til I walk like I'm missing a foot But f** it, I love it, I do what they doesn't I chug ‘til I'm buzzing, my money stay Dublin And I'm smokin' on blunts but I ain't put bud in I'm f**in' this Diva but I ain't her husband More than murder, these stages we step on Aim straight for the top and ain't changing direction What up [Chorus]