Effect & Dang - WHATUPWHATUPWHATUP(?) lyrics

[Intro] Yo, we gon' get right into it this time Effect, Dang, check this sh** out, man Lemme drop this sh** like this here [Verse 1] You can make the mistake and think that I play-play Cry me a river of tears and naysay From now since the point that I started a "Dre Day" The Sloe Gin is gone, Tim Curry mayday s**er motherf**er, Kardashian fate Only claim to fame is getting f**ed on tape No bells or whistles, no money or cake You ain't getting no reality show like Ray J Come along, sing along with the song, no airplay Febreeze ya whole flow, it's past the tail date May it's more trash to play but, you won't listen A little season and it's really all that it's missing Your sh**'s a car wreck yet, the only difference Don't wanna pull over to stop, look or listen I'd rather let it die on the side of the curbs Be your teeth on the concrete, don't say a word You can try to talk back, all you're proving is that You must be on a f**ing co*ktail or crack Coke dope and h**n, pills pot and smack To think for a second that you're f**ing with that Cat from Lower Ma** with the foot up the a** Of this f**ing embarra**ment that you call rap I've been doing my thing since hip-hop was phat With a P-H, not a F, in fact... [Hook] Effect k** sh**, so you may wanna break nice Stay up past midnight, f**ing insane, right? Always spit 'em out cause they don't even taste right ("Came home late night - whatupwhatupwhatup?") Other emcees, man they can't even play fight And me, I rape mics to rap the Rae type Y'all sitting there all pumping the brake lights ("Came home late night - whatupwhatupwhatup?") [Verse 2] You can make the mistake and fake, you're so hard Like you're the first one to drop the flow bars f**ing extra, not even a co-star Swimming in a pool of cement, you'll go far Turns out all the CD's and the co-stars Collected over the years at all the shows are Full of sh**ty songs, some rappers ain't go far But you ain't getting away with this sh** like Solar All these hoes are are really rappers that tuck it Find an A&R race prod and s** it Get your Rock-It & Sock-It, ghost and truck it Paradise by the Dashboard Lights and crush it But no duets, nope! You all s**ers f**ed up a good thing like Godzilla did Rawkus You ain't a threat, f**er, you a b**h with a budget Down to your last dime, whine, I f**ing love it The mic, don't touch it, or get blown backstage I ain't talking head by some ho you met at a rave To me, this ain't a phase, but it's simple as sh** H-E-Double hockey sticks, burn in it Beat ya a** across the map, call you Sally and sh** To Cali and sh**, pauser like I'm rallying clips Lock load spit rounds 'til your Denali is flipped Four bars left, so I'mma grand finale this sh**, like this Yeah! Yeah!. f**ing crazy right? [Hook]