Lyrics Guerilla Black – What We Gonna Do
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Intro:
Oooh ooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooooooh
Oooh ooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooooooh
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
Nate Dogg:
From coast to coast
From sea to sea
From ghetto to ghetto, yeaaah
From street to street
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
Guerilla Black:
From the 310, 323’s, 213’s
You want me, you find me
My mind be unlike these MC’s
Compton is back, we ride with Long Beach
With a sawed-off pump, best to call off them chumps
We full of alcohol and a line of blunts
We go Tipsier than J-Kwon on my side
Hope the paramedics pick you up ‘fore they lie
Ah nah, it ain’t no love, Blood
Got a Raider beanie and some gloves, cuz
Bouncin’ like a motherfucka on the One-Ten
With the gun under the hood, I’m one again
Nate Dogg:
While they out smokin’ and drankin’ on good liquor
I’m on the grind and my rhymes are gettin’ slicker
Why people think that this game gon’ last forever?
My people told me, «Bring pain and never let up»
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
Guerilla Black:
I’m headed to the Slauson, L.A.’s moshpit
Where the blood flow just like a faucet
Ah shit, you done got yourself in a situation
Better ask Nate Dogg about this gangsta nation
Where the weed smell musty like armpits
Hood talk is touchy, make niggas bare arms quick
And I’m just gon’ play my position like a general and do dirt down the mineral
I got the Method Man, like Tical
Get in the way and get your ass took out
Shit
Nate Dogg:
While they out smokin’ and drankin’ on good liquor
I’m on the grind and my rhymes are gettin’ slicker
Why people think that this game gon’ last forever?
My people told me, «Bring pain and never let up»
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
And that’s what I’m gonna do
While they out spendin’ and layin’ with strange women
We out here stackin’ while they be straight fake pimpin’
While they wheels turnin’, my mind is steady spinnin’
Money been all on my mind since the beginnin’
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
And that’s what I’m gonna do
Guerilla Black:
Yes, you are mine, my West empire
When my TECs is fired, your chest expires
I make niggas come up short like Danny DeVito
Got the caddy burnt on like a Dorito
It couldn’t be laws in the hood, they all get vetoed
I asked God to turn all my ones to C-notes
But we know you ain’t shot the Desert Eagle
Like Jay said, «Nah, we don’t believe you»
It’s best not to portray somethin’ that you’re not
At the end somebody always get shot
Nate Dogg:
While they out smokin’ and drankin’ on good liquor
I’m on the grind and my rhymes are gettin’ slicker
Why people think that this game gon’ last forever?
My people told me, «Bring pain and never let up»
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
And that’s what I’m gonna do
While they out spendin’ and layin’ with strange women
We out here stackin’ while they be straight fake pimpin’
While they wheels turnin’, my mind is steady spinnin’
Money been all on my mind since the beginnin’
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
And that’s what I’m gonna do
Girl flip out when we hit the club
And get turned out when we leave the club
And scream and shout ’cause they want some love
And I’m gon’ give it to ’em, every one of ’em
Girl flip out when we hit the club
And get turned out when we leave the club
And scream and shout ’cause they want some love
And I’m gon’ give it to ’em, every one of ’em
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
Whooooo
