Rah Digga - What We Gonna Do lyrics

[Rah Digga] Megahertz [Verse 1] Another day in the life, kickin' for all thug bunnies Paper chase them self, or say man blood money Schemin' a** honey tryin' to get my shine Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind Summertime's here, Daisy Dukes are in order Swingin' with my cousin a little thick, a little shorter Five in the whip, we like to flow thick CD's in a clip, let's take a road trip Sayin' what we gonna do now, dice some trees Take a ride in the Range through the block and skeez We conceited a**es, wavin' to the ma**es Cats doin' wheelies on they bikes fly past us Headin' to the mall or maybe to Phil's Steady cruisin' down 5th, through one chat and the grill Stores closin', down goes the sun Everybody get ready, here comes the real fun [Hook] (Ah, ooh) Yeah y'all, you know what's goin' down Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town Wildin' out see ya layin' all on the ground Mre heat and there's plenty to go around Party people come shake it over here, just bounce Got chu' throwin ya hands all in the air, just bounce Everybody go shake it over there, just bounce Blowin' the spot up like we don't care (Ah, ooh) [Verse 2] Now we done huffed about an ounce up R and Gina, my cousin flirtin' with the bouncer The second round's on me, D-I-G The third is your's, come time to mop the dance floor See, we ain't payin' so debt that due Cali clubs be the sh**, since they close at two I'm a socializer, y'all know my steez Whether mountin' at Spagra or grimey at Speed Ya might see me solo or with a bunch of dimes Or ridin' shotgun when I'm jottin' punch lines Or maybe with the squad, Rah, and BK style First lady profile, no more chicks allowed Sayin' what we gonna do now, blow the set Take a ride down to Philly, check grand and Moet But back to the bricks, have drinks at my bar I'm the real ghetto superstar [Hook] [Verse 3] We bring the night to a close Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows What we gonna do now, take it down No, after-hours on the other side of town (HO!) Come on swing with me if ya able Corner reserved and they gotta pool table The music jumpin' better than the club Champagne in the house, every DJ show love But all good things must come to end Headed back to the whip, turn parking lot pimp Just when ya thought it couldn't get no thicker Shorty gotta hurl, says she can't hold liquor Food gettin' dropped off first, please Time to roll another L, hot cakes and Mickey D's Peace, peace y'all here's one for the road Hit me off on the jack for the next episode [Hook x2]