[ VERSE 1: Klas 1 ] A nigga walkin down the streets and I'm tryina make it home One-time's on the dick like I'm tryina get my serve on Damn, I just can't fade this shit I guess they thinks a nigga gang affiliated Huh, just because I gots on a fuckin flanel Slammed to the ground is how I'm bein handled The cop had a MAC-10, he kicked me in the back and Threw me on the car and punched me in the jaw These motherfuckers tried to beat my ass to death Fuck Rodney King, I'm thinkin 'bout my damn self And I'm wonderin why me I said, "What the fuck I do?" The cop said, "Don't try me" Or we gonna have to whoop you Nigga, you look suspicious, so we gonna have to book you But what's my charge, Mr. Copper? Is it because a young nigga live proper? Or maybe cause my khakis sag Searchin my pockets and all you find is zig-zags But I smoked all the Indo And if you give me the chance a nigga might go ( ? ) And then you can give me a case But for right now get yo bitch ass out my face Cause I ain't done shit for you to be sweatin me What I do, what I do?
[ CHORUS ] What I do, what I do, what I do? Now I'm gettin jacked by the boys in blue What I do, what I do, what I do? Excuse me Mr. Officer, fuck you
[ VERSE 2: Big Boss ] Rollin 4 Deep, try to make it home Stopped to get some gas and use the pay phone Rod took the money, went to pay for the gas I'm talkin to this hoe tryina give me a piece of ass I left my nigga in the backseat sleep All of a sudden two fools tried to creep Tip, tip, you better raise up out the car, bro Or we gonna have to blast on your ass, hoe What? Klas came to me sayin, "Boss it's a trip Them niggas got your Benz, I got the Glock but where's the fuckin clip?" They thought they got away cause I started runnin Five steps later turned around and started gunnin Hah, now I'm aggravated lettin off lead Two to the head, yeah that bitch the driver's is dead The car started swervin, it ran into a ditch Don't you know, fool, this is Boss that you're fuckin with Hah, I walked up to the do' The other nigga cried like a hoe but he still had to go
Clicked on his ass till he shit in his drawers Shit, damn, here come the motherfuckin laws "Nigga drop your gun, face down on the ground" "They tried to steal my..." - "Shut up, nigga, don't make a fuckin sound We seen you shoot him in the motherfuckin face" Now I'm in jail for a murder case
[ CHORUS ] What I do, what I do, what I do? Still gettin jacked by the boys in blue What I do, what I do, what I do? Laws packin they shit, so I'ma pack my shit too What I do, what I do, what I do? Excuse me Mr. Officer, fuck youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
