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Pras - Wha' What Wha' What lyrics
f/ Most Wanted, The Product G&B (Pras) Uh, yeah, huh, yeah Yo, yo, yo, I'll do a double dish cleaner The funny ass cats remind me of a skinner Now you listen up, now what, heat on spitter A renegade with my blade watch you get cut up Sucker ass punk, you used to get beat up Type of dude that'll smoke your weed up and eat up Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float To succeed or get tighter, what up, your block, get up Shut up, or put up I'ma bout to let up Licky, licky here, two shots you gone lick up Take her to the news under: You should've eased up Wha' What Wha' you got me fed up, get up or shut the f up You done f'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up Like the fans, like your thumbs up, what up? I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks I'm the Captain of the Ship, make them cats walk the plank What the f you think I'm point, point blank Turn off my sound niggas, let... crank (Chorus w/variations) East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up See, blaze me above the game with no limit Niggas nowadays can slick and pull gimmicks Cowber use roly well iced that been in it Mines is loose rocks and the Beverly spin in it Only place tin linid they cost a lot When no money on the game you sure talk a lot Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot See I make cream a lot, while you niggas dream a lot Can't you see it's all real, bras want to do me Get it attached to me like I'm starrin in movies Nigga Nor wanna do me, thing is I got none Wanna be my main chick, chill I got one If it's hot in a lady then I can cop some Most players all fall, tightly tint See me fly through the window cause it's lightly tint But its strongly minute got a fall so cats frequent Hate weed peepin, best cats seekin Wanna kill me in the daytime, look it won't happen You ain't a thug nigga this is some girls is rap, what (Yeah you don't won't no problem) (Chorus w/variations) East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up Yo my M-O is S-O-L-O... hello Shake like Jello bionics and nice fellow Long hair, pussy's and pussy head too In a room with the doctor, how the hell I stop ya? The Rolex topper long as ya coppin them yo It means it's copper, don't need to stop ya When I'm speakin opera, which y'all don't understand That it's my channel Boo-Bionic mister man Why y'all play Tennis we sway inventists So our house can finish, wait a minute Change the color of my whips, despite you bastards Spit it green-cold on it, like you won the masters Flow... faster, speed it up, heat it up why don't y'all just heat it up Spit it on some feeder bust, slow it up, make the beat that we blow it up Ya niggaz ain't mine, better pray you throw it up (Chorus w/variations) East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up Now... (Pras) Yo I keep my mind on my riches snitches get snitches Cats on the low they all act like bitches So what up, where you at with the nine-sin? Feel my triples please circle the violence Let me abolish this sh... like Nat Turner Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers with the six shooter while fake niggaz getting drunk off of wine coolers Yo, uh... Yo she big on the game it's broke I wanna fix it Make hot... and get that down, we remix it He speakin, here we go your beef is nice I'm from the gutter mother... best you think twice Now back to who's nice M-O-S-T-W-A-N-T-E-D You niggaz can't see me I'm glad that you turn Poke that out of space shit, I bring you back to Earth, what (Chorus w/ varaiations) East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up (*Wha, Wha, Wha... echoes*) |
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