🎵 Whatcha Gonna Do (Original Version) // by Koopsta Knicca

4 ContributorsWhatcha Gonna Do (Original Version) Lyrics [Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & MCA] Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do? Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do? Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do? Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do? [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] Since ya niggas from the ville they got to fuck me just to get 'em mane Fuckin' with that 6 double 6 - it's gonna be a fright night Paul let's make a nigga knockin', point that Glock at them bitches face No pistol plays, that Koopsta Knicca gone on a motherfuckin' rampage Clickin' with that 9 in hand, let's make this to another stang Scarecrow with that satanic bible, tell me where's the Killa Man Fly'zzi and them messengers let's take this on another ride Juicy with that Tec-9, let's turn this to a homicide 666 not barrin' this shit, let's make this to a crucifix Chopped up in a fuckin' ditch, we clickin' like Jeffrey Dahmer's bitch Bitch in my yard is where your body be well exposed The 6 double 6 mafia clique slangin' licks on you funky hoes Ya scared, ya scared because I dwell with that evil dead I bled them bodies, I left the blood runnin' in yo' bed The Koopsta's a psycho nigga, you got tools, I got mine too A Glock to ya body fool, now whatcha gonna do? [Bridge: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & MCA] Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do? Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do? Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck you gonna do? [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Glocks, Tec-9's, Uzis at yo motherfuckin' face No fear, quickly watch a fuckin' murder take place Place me a trick in my guillotine Chop his top off and see how fast we can make his mother scream We means no fuckin' niceness when we around My Glock make this sound....when I buck down clowns Funky Town 'cause you to be slippin' and feel like trippin' And fallin' under spells given by my demon tells me How ya gonna get with my 6 double 6, 6 million 6 hundred and 60 thousand crazies that'll click with wickedness I shoulda have test you before I let you get on my boat But now I push you over to watch you struggle to stay afloat We drop a rope straight around your throat, let's see if he chokes When I trip off this weed and put the ship in high speed Always wanna have ya fuckin' way like a ho This Triple 6 shit don't stop, so what the fuck you gonna d-o? Trick ass nigga....