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| Zhigge Miscellaneous Whatcha Gonna Do I'm gonna slam, Face give em the bass and let em know who I am, god damn, my man You didn't know cause it came on the down low But your G didn't, she chills at my rhythm I coulda woulda shoulda and yes I'm still able to black at cheeba, and give her the fly Zhigge move You ask what is that, it's a Z on a padlock Cause when we swing know G I get sly I don't get started, I is not the holy water I hit em, I hit em, I let Prance kill em He rode her like a Lex then I showed her to the exit Now we're through Hobbes, we hand it back to you Yo Tonga (uh-huh) can my man improve yeah Tell em what you're gonna do Well I'm out like it's out on a new route Don't flip a flavor till I'm later why man Get your Zhigge on, so whatcha gonna do By the way, pisses you man it jerks our crew Now, back of a get-back gone You were chillin for a reason and it didn't take long For us to figure out you wasn't down from the get go The rhymer on the down low, and step to the next bro Well I'm frustrated by the fact, the brother tried to front If I was fuckin for feelin to get twelve steps up With the lyrics that my crew move, heatin on a loom Stab no mercy on a haggler, or to the rumors Yeah now did you try to step up Cause you can get dealed like a punk cracker duck Gimme your G's, about to get pleased To the weaker MC's, you're like a disease on the earth, but do dirt and you know I'm too fly Not playin balls servin bricks all the time I give my all to my girl not do a thing for a trick Foon fang foom now that's my favorite drink You think you'd love a pork chop I caught her not chewin I leave the pork alone because I don't like all them juices Here to seperate my strength I say it again I'll never love it Cause you know back in the day they used to call me Kid Dog and you don't stop Yo Kazo tell em what you're gonna do Well I drink a brew or two, never tease a two Take her to my room smoke the buddha life's a boom Cut my hair on the down low, now that I got dough Lookin like I'm dealin and wheelin, in a fo' When I be there I'm gonna get it if you buy my record So let me wreck it tongue to teeth better check it As Zhigge gets the profit that make the public pockets Swing no rocks G flockers though they jock it only to us because mike-in plus is us Only the money to just, all the public throw Get it forget it, cause Zhigge done got it True by the tribe, Afro niggaz and we spot it Guess always do, they sport black in the crew On the one and two dance yo |
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