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What What (Letra)

Nuria Fergó

Nuria Fergó

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(feat. da brigade)

[repeat * 3]
All my ladies say what what what
And all my dogz say what what what

Ladies and gentlemen may i grab your attention
Its the dopest m.c from the midwest
Did i mention?
So clap your hands and stomp your feet
And party on down to the bizarre kid beat
Throw your hands in the air so i can feel it
"its the big guy rappin with the idiotic _"
Forget your small talk watch bizarre kid get wild
Garauntee to get your girl warm like a reptile
Big chubby guy comin straight from 7 mile
Your girl heard my style
And said "oo he’s foul"
So tell your man to stop trippin bro
Or he gunna get rushed by 10 guys he dont even know
Representin the _, moneys wut im gettin
*still gigglin bush* , my styles forbiddin
Its the big guy, do the butterfly to the ground
And the base head bounce
Man i got that packed down
Man forget the night
We gunna party till the day
And im a strip dance at your girlfriends cabera

[repeat * 3]
All my ladies say what what what what
And all my dogz say what what what what

Does bizarre roll with slim shady? – yah yah
Quick to drive up in your mercedes – yah yah
Datin ladies nearly 80 – yah yah
Now who in this rap game could fade me?
Some of you rap guys never heard of me
Somtimes i be in dallas or even north new jersy
Forget the moet we drinkin hen dog all night
And pass the _ so i can get high as a kite
A slow song come on its time to dirty dance
And right now im grabbin any girl i can
Grab her butt cheeks and hold her real tight
And tell her me and you were gettin "wild the night"
Gimme your beeper number and checks before you leave
"ai yo call me tomorow and ask for steve"
Oh no this shit i couldnt beleive
Me and _ grabded her by her knees
Snatched outta her weed
And grabbed the car keys

[repeat * 2]
All my ladies say what what what what
And all my dogz say what what what what

Now everybody throw they hands up
This aint a stick
We came to this jam
To buy _ and play a game of pick up
With any big butt freaks thats done for tha cause
And yo bizarre was at the bar down _

Im still game spittin while you still get in
Still gettin down how we livin
Wild like we outta prison
Run our mouth, kick in doors
And im talkin to a chicken head that could be yours

Slam dancin with girls just to see they chest bump
Now everybody bu bu bum bump bump
And get down to the sounds that we can cock jump
Or mess around and get your whole dam block jumped

Watch you beeper when im walkin throught the crowd
Witch one of ya’ll actin wild, gettin loud
You still screamin that sumebody steady hatin on you
We in the parkin lot 50 deep waitin on you
Da brigade actin up and we still scrapin
Walkin back up in the club like aint nuttin happened

What what what
All my ladies say what what what
And all my dogz say what what what
All the d.j’s play my cut cut cut

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What What (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

When flav starts to get busy
Grabbin the mic and they say who is he
Cock deezal breakdown like bill bixbie
When i think, yo i think in 360
Gimme the mic an i¹ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
Cuz when he do, that¹s when he kiss dee
Titles go by and my style is fly
One more time i came here to rhyme
Gimme the mic and i¹ma go for mine
So emcee¹s all a yall shut up
When flavor¹s in the house we say

What what

Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what

Now when i do my flavor dance
All the ladies go crazy in a trance
Nonstop booy from the clock on my watch
I can bring it from the bottom and take it to the top
Let me rock, come on let me get wit it
When i tell you what to get, don¹t get offended
Gimme the mic and i¹ma bend it
Transmissions from the sky yo i¹ll send it
Times on my hands yo sometimes i lend it
Though i¹m spendin it for a fact
I¹ll make you say what what
Cause flave¹s back

What what

Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what

Now everybody listen to flav
If you don¹t listen to me you will end up in your grave
Most of these people¹s rhymes is whack
But i got a bunch of rhymes in my napsack
Walk on my back with the black hat
Got the rhymes to come on the attack
Can¹t you tell that i¹m really good lookin
They know me from miami, california
Back to brooklyn
Even in spain they knew flavor¹s name
In japan they know i¹m nice in the game
We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe
We did the first album and it came out fly
And don¹t ask why you won¹t understand
Styles we got millions of fans
So come on get down like this what¹s up
When flavor grab the mic
I will rip your butt

What what

Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what