Lil Jon - What it Do lyrics

Published

0 218 0

Lil Jon - What it Do lyrics

[Lil' Jon] Hey! Hey! Rich Boy... Lil' Jon (what's up Polow?) It's a lot of motherf**in' bad b**hes in this motherf**er (uh-huh) I think I'mma walk over to one of them motherf**ers and tell 'em this [Hook - Sean Paul & Cutty] What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) (Picture you naked in the back of my Chevy) [Verse 1 - Rich Boy] The cars, the clothes, the hoes, I know that That purp, that kush, that dro, we blow that We popp-in', rollin', drinkin', smokin' Puffin', pa**in' now, we chokin' The pa-parazzi, snap, and shoot me The Prada, the Louis, the Fendi, and the Gucci The diamonds so big she tell a n***a "look daddy" A n***a so jealous that he don't wanna look at me n***a look at me (why ya knockin'?) We ballin' and shoppin' them bottles poppin' The rims, the paint, the ride, so fly The twen-ty eights, be sit-tin' high The lows, the highs, the mids, the tweeters Bang-in' hard, you hear, my speakers (Boom boom boom boom) the trunk be knockin' The bit-ches strip-pin', lean-in' rockin' [Hook 2 - Sean Paul & (Cutty)] What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) (Picture you naked in the back of my Bentley) [Verse 2 - Rich Boy] We ball, we shine, we all, be grindin' My chain, my rang, you see, the diamonds We leanin', sip-pin', drankin', pourin' Prometh-azine, that pur-ple ocean So what it do, ya know, ya boy Ya know, I got-ta keep, that toy So pa** the K, I make, 'em feel me These nig-gas hat-in', tryin' to k** me The seats in the ride like peanut bu*ter and jelly The pedal to the flo', I'm bossin' in the Chevy Ooh, what it be like baby? Show me Some hoes wanna blow me but they, don't even know me My j**el-ry sick, it's so, contagious You see, my wrist, the sh**, outrageous Mon-te Carlos, and Impalas Mon-ey, rub-berbands and dollars [Hook 3 - Sean Paul & Cutty] What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) (Meant to be naked, we were meant to be naked)