Lyrics:
You're spending lots of money to get nothin
So sue us, whatcha gonna do with us
Just sue us, whatcha gonna get
Well nothin, cause all of us are flat
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
What'cha gonna do now that the tables are turned around?
I'm living swell and now you wanna be down
Step off, 'cause baby, I've learned
If you're
with Cartier wristwear
In the six, pretty bitches with the long hair
And I got lots of dough, lots in sto'
C. to the E-O
Whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you
up, just to say what’s up, just to say what’s up, I said,
Whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do with your life? whatcha gonna do?
Yeah, whatcha gonna do
situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nigga die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
Cash
an' quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How can I be what I ain't?
I cain't say 'no!'
Whatcha gonna do when a feller gets flirty
An' starts
I was wondering how far I was gonna go
Taking step by step - was not wanting to know
Fading into the misery, you were the only one that I couldn't
Lock down lock down
Come thru the streets and shit'll get lock down
Lock down lock down
Whatcha gonna do when yo ass gets locked down
Runnin there's
you know
That things aren't getting better
[Chorus]
When the world caves in
What'cha gonna do?
When the world caves in
What'cha gonna do for
a little punk thing in the back of my brain
A little punk thing keeping me sane
It's just a little punk thing
Hey you whatcha gonna do? Lie like
But by they self they always flop
Peons tryna tango with me
Ok then that's a lock
Caught you in a dead end
Whatcha gonna do?
See the hands poppin out
see you And I'll bleed you I am man Whatcha gonna do
Better make it quick boyI'm after you
I see you And I'll bleed you I am man Whatcha gonna do So
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
Hey Daisy don't you worry bout your momma
Like 007 we can keep it covert
Undercover on the ground by the water
Gonna get a little peace on earth
Baby
company
I'm hopin that you'll come back to me.
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry
you gonna run away and hide
I'm gonna be right by your
Oooooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
Whatcha gonna do about it
Whatcha gonna do about it
Whatcha gonna do about it
minutes and feel like killin
Loadin that milli-milli its that infant killa
Nigga Lynch, Mr. Doc, D-O double M and hella heat
Niggas unload, I need
Whatcha gonna do about it
Whatcha gonna do about your feelings
Whatcha gonna do about it
Whatcha gonna do about your feelings
Whatcha know?
Whatcha need?
I
Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o
Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o
Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know
That you're goin' down the road to see
with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
We do your ass
even higher
Then I'll come through
Like I do
When the world keeps
Testing me, testing me,
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
What'cha gonna do about it?
What'cha gonna do
higher
Then I'll come through
Like I do
When the world keeps
Testing me, testing me, testing me
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
What'cha gonna do about it?
What'cha gonna
What'cha gonna do about it?
What'cha gonna do about it?
What'cha gonna do about it?
Don't give up, give up, give up
Don't give up, give up, give up
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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