What Up Lyrics
Aye Whats Happenin'
All you haters should get at me cause i hear ya and im watchin' but im serious haters so all i gotta say is..
*CHORUS*
What up, whats happenin'
All u haters can get at me(hey)
Cause i hear ya and im watchin'(hey)
But im still here i aint stoppin'
So What up, whats happenin'
All u haters should get at me
Cause i hear ya and im watchin'
But im serious haters so all i gotta say is what up
*Verse 1*
What it is bruh(bruh)
What it do mayne(mayne)
It still tha man from the pan to tha blue flame
Then hit tha door make it rain with the loose change
I bet that what he did a show now thats a damn shame
I guess that what he hatin for boy u so damn lame(Sucka Nigga)
Ya Click tha same but ??????? shit stain
Straight to tha A ya give the city such a bad name
you way back in my rearview mirror im in tha fast lane
still i hear ya loud and clear on ya lil' song
go on getcha dissin' on while tha king on
his self esteem gone (why) cuz im back now
lets see if we cant teach these niggas how to act now
kissin' ass then, jumpin' back now
I check ya ass then, I shut ya ass down
And I deliver front and center, never back down
Who get tha last laugh now sucka nigga
*Chorus*
*verse 2*
I got a front street swagg and a side street hustle
Center hill seater ave thats where i be sucka
South grand church street the first with the work
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We can get into commercial if you need somthing to chirp with
Ay what i care bout who you asking sayin they aint heard of me
Im certified circuly them videos aint heartin me
I still ride with the windows rolled down
All around the A-town like its finna go down
If it was ever any questions niggas finna know now
Wont retire my throne or surrender no crown
I never bow down or never say die
Mr who it may concern or who so ever may try
Im forever westside and the feather weight dies
tellem take they first shot go and get yoself out
Cuz i yelled bankhead and you felt left out
I didnt mention yo name thats what all this bout
*Chorus*
Summer hills to the hills up in hollywood
A house full gettin to it you know ho we do it
Yea we smoke grape(grape)and we drank good(good)
Then we ball hard (hey) just like g'z should (hahaaaa)
Fye what we want drive what we want
G4 up up in the sky in the wind we fly where we want
Hatas smile like they like when they really dont
Wish they could just wish me away thats what they really want
Now where the hatas(i hate em) i dont like them neitha(neitha)
We do a song together maybe then we can beat him (yea)
Somehow he must be stopped(stopped) sumthin must be done(done)
We can knock the maflex and tryin when he get caught with guns
Then if he really done the we really won
Anymore ideas(i got sumthin) suggestions anyone
How bout we stay up all night(i like that) on the blog sites
Spread vicious lies and nasty rumors we can all write
But thats alright let them nerds hate
Cuz in my face tho the words get ate
And hating hard work but i just bounce back
This GOD work tell al the haters im baaack
*Chorus till fade*
