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I Ain't new with tech
Known for support
Tried to show em love
Whatcha ya want okay
Gotta want it for yourself
M.E. ima do it for mine
the climb
But it's cool, yea yea it's all mine
Yea
Whatcha gonna do for the check (For the check yea)
All the damn evenings that we spent (That we spent
Child child toss around child
Running up in the market aisle
Child child toss around child
Grown up gotcha whatcha gonna do now
Child child troubled
Don't sit there
Like you don't care
Hate's everywhere
There's love to share
Tell what whatcha doing with your life
Are you trying to make it right
Do you
tried to pretend
The feeling would stay after the evening's end and
Oh whatcha gonna do when a lie's more convenient than the truth
Oh and it's so much
gonna do?
Space Pasta,
Chew! Chew! Chew!
a syrup of gigs
Leatherette horse whiskers
Of the blaggers
Outshone by their wit
Whatcha gonna do now you’re an old baby?
Your stone is in the charity shop
Walked up and tried to talk to you
Would ya lead me or leave me guessing 'bout what you're gonna do
I betcha look fine on a Friday night
Sippin’ red wine
Standing by your shooter get a contact off the Buddha
dropping jewels like a jeweler body catcher to the cooler
Shawshank you draw blanks nasty like raw
“Whatcha gonna do?
When metabolism catches up with you.”
They said I’m ponderous,
That’s how they ponder us,
Don’t ever squander us,
Because we’re
game sold in exchange for some fame and wealth
And I'll offer you the same thing, boy, and that's the deal that I've dealt
And Crypt said:
Do you one
What'cha gonna do
The man is comin' through
(You got it goin' on)
Hey yo, that ain't nothin' new
But my fame is stressin' others
So you always got
Will you dare to dream like you did in Dune?
So I got three clues, and a gun shot wound
And a tick bite bruise
But what'cha gonna do?
The breeze in
Stupid Daniel looking at the sun, you're gonna burn your eyes out boy
Stupid Daniel look at how he runs, with his arms out like a girl
La la la
hoes
Staying on my toes
Drinking with them pros
Learning how it goes
Summer time it snows
Straight ghetto two
Whatcha gonna do
Running with my crew
Only
Stick five fingers in your ass, no lube
So what'cha gonna do?
If you're number one, shove it up your ass and make it number Two (Oh)
Ladies getting mad
Like we in a cat fight
Now that you have gotten my attention
Whatcha gonna do with it
Don't forget to mention
All the little moon want's
Is giving
crowded
But you're just a wimp, whatcha gonna do about it?
[Hook]
No more homework, no more books
No more teachers dirty looks
No more detentions no more
the light
No matter if you like it
Whatcha you gonna do
All in now
Try something new
Life is but a taxi ride
Tell me where you wanna go
Elation, madness, bad
Now whatcha gonna do?
I hurt myself when you warned me
I kept forgetting everything that you told me
Now i feel like i'm stuck fighting the old me
My
this game 'til I'm greater
Than every last one of you, tell me now what'cha gonna do?
I got more fuckin' chips on my shoulder now than Bill Russell do
Cause I don't have time to sweat what someone else is doin
Cause their not equal to me
I got places to go, money to make, people to see
What'cha gonna do
occupation I'm high with patients
If I'm not mistaken I'm leaving a trail
Following me now like All of me pals
If you refuse to do the opposite
Niggaz gonna
Girl it really don't matter what'cha gotta do
'cause I just want to get with you
I want to get her, get her, go get her
Been jockin since I first met
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