(feat. Foe Loc)



[Chorus]

[Foe Loc]

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What you wan do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What you gon do

  

[Doc]

Yeah yeah huh

Everybody wanna sip of Bombay

Be coo when the homies slam shit then dip

If he got a strap then he must be ready to trip

If he got his own then he must be ready to flip

If he got yo bitch maybe now she succin his dicc

If he at yo home maybe now he wearin yo shit

I be knowin now, baby I be rollin Eclipse

What ya knowin now ain't you on the run for some shit

Ain't nothin changed in the hood look around

Except we all grown up and don't be givin a fucc

Mr. D-O-C

Ya selfish ass homie take bitches like this

and dump em in a ditch

And ya tape ain't hip

Yo style is a trip

You be slurin and shit

It must be a lisp

I be makin a grip fuckin wit Blacc Market

45 on my hip shushin up in my pocket

It's only me

Say it now "Fucc Doc" wit me

Yo bitch be sayin it when I'm up in the pussy

When I'm makin it bushy it's on me

When you waitin all alone it's on you

What ya wanna do

  

[Chorus]

[Foe Loc]

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What you wan do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What you gon do

  

[Doc]

I took chances and made moves

To be the boss I proved

You can't levatate and fizz if you don't make hits

Like this

Mr. Doc Holiday drinkin Bombay

wit my nigga Slim and Tre

Around the way hoes get fucced

Spend all they loot then ship through the cut

See I don't really about breakin bread

Like my nigga Ced

But I ain't gonna be broke ya dicc head

And realism, Bloccstyle got ya hot

I step bacc and let all these fake niggas lie on they traccs

Yo daddy say that shit so you can know what goes

Now what they about the hood if they ain't did it before

What, they seen it

Ain't you seen it

Swartzanigga ain't shit if he ain't loc 2 da brain bitch

And on the front lawn

Carrying a nine

Like Odysea do that shit all the time

Except me, I keep a 4-5

Cuz if I got hit wit one

They must be the shit and that's on my dicc

See the world's a coo place but ya let it on

Get yo ass involved wit them ones who get you wetted nigga

  

[Chorus]

[Foe Loc]

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What you wan do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What you gon do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What you wan do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

What you gon do

  

[Foe Loc]

It is most definitly

Sumpthin ya ought to see

Between you and me

Odysea is where the for realaz breed

proceed with extreme caution please

Or approach on your knees

Cuz you can't fucc wit these

Supreme gangsta MC's

  

[Chorus in Baccround]

[Doc talking]

Maaann god damn, you see nigga that's what happens every time

you put this nigga Doc on the microphone man somebody get hurt

like that nigga, and Foe Loco and my nigga Reggie and my nigga

Slim and Tre, you see you put them niggas behind some of that

Stone Age shit nigga, some of that shit from my nigga Crip man

god damn I'm out this motha fucca nigga, you see what I'm sayin

baby, you see what I'm sayin baby, 'm out this motha fucca...