Текст Hot Boys – Do Watcha Do
Текст:
B.G.
When I shine — I gatta shine right
My Roley ain’t gon’ winde at all if it don’t winde right
When I hit the second line I gatta fuck it up
Y’kno Lil’ Geezy gatta stunt — it’s in my nature
If you ball — then do what ‘chu do, I ain’t gon’ hate ya
But disrespect a hot boy — I’ll spray ya
We pay police so on top they gon’ close case ya
Look my whole fam’ — roll top of the line — off top
Fresh got the ‘Vette, Baby got the 470 Lex
Juve got the new (2000) Yukon — Wayne got a coupe
I got a Benz truck look like a lil’ polo boo
We got every car they made from a Ford ta Benz
Fucked everything in the city from relatives ta friends
We some Uptown hard hittin’ — shined out ballers
Head bustin’ — bitch smackin’ — real shot callers
Hook x2: B.G.
Do what ‘chu do nigga — it’s all on u nigga
Me and my clique drinkin’ Moet and Absolut nigga
Smoke what ‘cha smoke nigga — stunt how ya stunt nigga
Me and my clique keep AK’s off in the trunk nigga
Baby
(okay Birdman baby — Brrrrrrrrr! — ya undersmell me)
Got this, Escalade for my bitch named Trish
She from, round my way — my project chick
Lexus coupe for this bitch I know
Lemme do what I do cuz I’ma do what I do
A Bentley for my Hollywood hoe
Cuz she said she felt played in my ol’ school ‘6-4
She love the boy stunta and she drink that Cryst’
‘Marro, for this nigga named Darrell
I done fucked your hoe nigga now you can marry her
‘Vette, and she know whats next on my Nextel phone
While my dick gettin’ blessed
G-Wagon for this nigga named Larry Robbins
Fucked your hoe too now you can have her
An SL5′ — the new kit drive
My hoe Tateeze in the passenger side
So nice so fire — my car so sweet so cute so lovely
It’s got ta be me, I’m one-of-a-kind
Of them Uptown streets, I’ma stunt — I’ma ball
So Let’s me be, nigga!
Hook x2: B.G.
Turk
(I love that — I love that look — look)
Bitche’s say I stunt too much, hoe let me do what I do
Let me get my shine on — let me floss with my crew
Let me play it how it go — drink Vodka and Mo’
Keep a solid with my rounds — mothafuck a dawg hoe
Hot Boy, burnin’ up on fire — they can’t stop me
Rolex with the Bezel have dawg hoes jockin’
20’s, stay spinnin’ in the ‘marro that’s all black
Hater’s that be plottin’ — keep the chopper in the bag
Gatta dub on my wrist, dime on my neck
18 — with 7 figures won’t ‘chu top that
Nigga never that — try all you want — it ain’t gon’ happen
It takes 7 plus 7 mo’, and it ain’t gon’ happen
So wodie’ lay low — be cool
Let me shine, told you that it was goin’ down in (’99)
Nigga that didn’t believe — bet they believe me now
Lil’ Turk the hot boy — got it goin’ on ha!
Hook x2: B.G.
