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What You Gon Do Remix by Bun B album cover

What You Gon Do Remix

by Bun B

Lyrics
What? What? check this out right?
What? the king's a crock What? i got you with some
It's a great deal

Don't mean we don't change, nigga
What? We got some motherfuckin' kids in the ring
And we always in this motherfuckin' clutch!
Now let's talk about tomorrow, niggas!

If you fall up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck
When you step up to they face, what they gon' do? (shit)
If you fall up in the club and them hoes are acting dumb
When you step up to them hoes, what they gon' do? (shit)

What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shits)
What they gon' do? (shits)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)

All right, stop, pop your trunk, drop your top
Don't stop, (stop) you're not your punk, (punk)
We got not big body, slap dead and paint wetter than the shower head
Swing up on your front yard
And run over your flower bed

The bigger the body, the wider that we swing, man (swing man)
The quarter on dubs, it ain't a thing, man, it real on shine, the system on bang, man
Pork right in the front of the cuts, where we slaying canes, we come down
Swing up onYou, pop the trunk fast
Sitting on butter seats that's softer than your pump gas

The front dash look like Mr. Command
I got that 2006 shit, shit from Japan, God damn
The only decision I got to make
Is which boy I'm gon' break when I skate

I pop trunk on him, he swing wide, ho
I pop trunk on him, he swing wide, ho
If you fall up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck
When you step up to they face, what they gon' do? (shit)

If you fall up in the club and them hoes are acting dumb
When you step up to them hoes, what they gon' do? (shit)

What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)

My brain is taking in too much pain
I'm about to explode first and then take nine
But it's cool to know it don't be so long
I learned to brew, nigga, without jabbing the arm

I won't play with motherfuckers, let this shit be real
Make your own, your bruh, over, then the name is still
And them balls, only y'all had that in the past
That's the way you can't get your dick from your ass

I throw balls with my niggas, but holes with my niggas
What the fuck you think I feel about this for me, you pickler?
Got a closed casket for them hagin' baskets
Get some cheese, that's real, that's a master package

Who you talkin' to, bitch? What you gon' do, trick?
When it's obvious to see that you ain't gon' do shit
I scrap with the prince, and they ain't takin' no junk
I'm a quiet, quiet nigga, and fuck bein' a punk

If you fall up in the club, and them niggas wanna mug
When you step up to they face, what they gon' do? (shit)
If you fall up in the club, and them hoes are actin' dumb
When you step up to them hoes, what they gon' do?

What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)
What they gon' do? (shit)