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-July 26th, 2005...
What it iz, my nigga, what it do? Thiz ya' boy, P'Nutt holdin' it down 4
O'Town of tha FLA.. You wanna hate, say it to my face, bitch.. you on chill, then holla at a playa 'cuz I kno' a few bum ass
niggaz sleepin' on me, 'cuz when a nigga spit, they on hiz dick but they can't stand that nigga.. it'z all good, tho'.. thiz
nigga stay on the weightbench, so bring it, bitchez..
... 407-299-3642 ... I ain't hard 2 find ...
No.. it'z tru, muhfucka, I "ain't" hard 2 find, and basically I'm lookin'
to get down wit anybody who match the talent 'cuz I kno' there'z lotz of muhfuckaz wit recordz who ain't spittin' shit.. c'mon
now, y'all kno' who I'm talkin' 'bout.. Cassidy, Lil' Flip.. there'z more but I'm disgraced 'cuz I done burnt any track theze
niggaz done touched already.. so holla, muhfuckaz!
DJ Whoo Kid.. play my shit, crazy muhfucka..
What It Do? - P'Nutt
*08/05/2005*
Chorus:
What it iz, babygirl,
what it do? (..what it do?)
What you think,
about me on top of you? (..top of you?)
Gin mixed in,
wit Tropicana Juice (..'cana Juice)
An I ain't gon' stop,
until you sore from gettin' loose (..gettin' loose)
Verse:
What tha bidness, baby,
that nigga dickin' you wrong?
Nutt done jumped up on the remix,
now you diggin' thiz song?
I'm grippin' onto what I can hold,
my dick, it'z so long
An when I put it in ya' life,
you can't deny you so gone
'Cuz my wordz iz stimulatin',
got'cha on phone, masteurbatin'
You nasty, baby,
later on get what'z anticipated
I kno' you hate it when I tease,
but that'z me
An until it'z tyme to beat,
I'll be lickin' you 'til ya' thighs weak
Don't try an size me, baby,
I ain't intimidated
'Cuz if you ain't got what I want,
you gettin' ElimiDate'd
Instead of twisted an faded,
you gon' be kissin' the pavement
Don't play me bitch,
I ain't tha muthafucka to play wit
So if you came to get right, boo,
let'z get it, right..?
You want some more,
then lemme explore ya' insidez..
I'm tryna bring you pain,
by lettin' you feel that thang
Then watch ya' jaw drop,
when you see that man swang..
Chorus:
What it iz, babygirl,
what it do? (..what it do?)
What you think,
about me on top of you? (..top of you?)
Gin mixed in,
wit Tropicana Juice (..'cana Juice)
An I ain't gon' stop,
until you sore from gettin' loose (..gettin' loose)
What it iz, babygirl,
what it do? (..what it do?)
What you think,
about me on top of you? (..top of you?)
Gin mixed in,
wit Tropicana Juice (..'cana Juice)
An I ain't gon' stop,
until you sore from gettin' loose (..gettin' loose)
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