What'cha gone do (feat. juvenile)歌词
  • 歌手:Akon
    歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com
    x2



    See im a real G from head to toe

    The whole West Coast to let you know

    Got a floor that seeks Namonia

    Never will i live California

    poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold degons

    hustlers hustle gangsters banging

    whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin

    whatch for you claiming its B's and C's

    this is G's is more than palm trees and weed

    is more than movie stars and models

    is more than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes

    more like east-side browns pat and vato

    take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs

    your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo

    side show 24's on this shure box

    gass stepped brake everybody shake it real lops

    and give it up for Mac Dre and Pac

    all eyez on that heify move me call it baywatch

    and i'm youck hasselhoff the boss

    24's on the porsche yeah it cost a floss

    Venn this bitch that you brought yeah sho toss the boss

    was the chicken straight without the sauce?

    take it off

    x2

    westside westside G's throw your setzi

    and represent from felix midgeon tooky

    to my dudes in the pen to my youngsters in groovy

    ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10 uzzy

    only pussy vertical high like AMG

    cause its funky enough like DOC

    young duzine like Eazy-E

    and the whole Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre

    top dog like SN double O P

    Daz and Kurupt raised gin like the DPG

    i used to pack a hammer tricked crooked eye

    y'all make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye

    i like my mommma new ports banging too shorts

    back in 86' when rappers all new born

    cool man spice one dangerous thing

    Richie Rich for them boss

    niggaz slanging the cain

    but on seat is like keep the sneak

    we get that mailman like 40 bleed the streets

    out Cali..

    x2

    REG IME LBC yeah that's me

    i do been high since the day of dust shack

    the hood done fashion bricks and big masters

    gone fresh coes got swagged your big dad

    gang bang started with the tribe to plee at

    kicked down at door ripped up the floor

    first motherf**kers to rap for Sign Moore

    now be back take a look and face it

    the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap shit

    to inverce with my toughts i'm a classic

    all school rap daddy on your caskets

    x2
  • [Chorus]x2



    See im a real G from head to toe

    The whole West Coast to let you know

    Got a floor that seeks Namonia

    Never will i live California

    poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold degons

    hustlers hustle gangsters banging

    whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin

    whatch for you claiming its B's and C's

    this is G's is more than palm trees and weed

    is more than movie stars and models

    is more than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes

    more like east-side browns pat and vato

    take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs

    your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo

    side show 24's on this shure box

    gass stepped brake everybody shake it real lops

    and give it up for Mac Dre and Pac

    all eyez on that heify move me call it baywatch

    and i'm youck hasselhoff the boss

    24's on the porsche yeah it cost a floss

    Venn this bitch that you brought yeah sho toss the boss

    was the chicken straight without the sauce?

    take it off

    [Chorus]x2

    westside westside G's throw your setzi

    and represent from felix midgeon tooky

    to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in groovy

    ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10 uzzy

    only pussy vertical high like AMG

    cause its funky enough like DOC

    young duzine like Eazy-E

    and the whole Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre

    top dog like SN double O P

    Daz and Kurupt raised gin like the DPG

    i used to pack a hammer tricked crooked eye

    y'all make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye

    i like my mommma new ports banging too shorts

    back in 86' when rappers all new born

    cool man spice one dangerous thing

    Richie Rich for them boss

    niggaz slanging the cain

    but on seat is like keep the sneak

    we get that mailman like 40 bleed the streets

    out Cali..

    [Chorus]x2

    REG IME LBC yeah that's me

    i do been high since the day of dust shack

    the hood done fashion bricks and big masters

    gone fresh coes got swagged your big dad

    gang bang started with the tribe to plee at

    kicked down at door ripped up the floor

    first motherf**kers to rap for Sign Moore

    now be back take a look and face it

    the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap shit

    to inverce with my toughts i'm a classic

    all school rap daddy on your caskets

    [Chorus]x2