What What - Sheek Louch, Bully

Yeah, it’s a new beginning

But e’rything’s still the same

If you love it in the hood my niggaz then say — WHAT WHAT!

If you like gettin money my niggaz then say — WHAT WHAT!

If you runnin from them boys my niggaz then say — WHAT WHAT!

But your guns is out, cause you gon' have to catch me!

Aiyyo Grease let’s go daddy!

I got my back all in it, D-Block inside

Got my Mac all in it, I ain’t leave it in the ride

See my face whup a nigga, no bob and no shower

Just heavy pushin nigga, mad weed and liquor

We don’t hide from you homey (nah) we just get up and we go

One cigarette, orange juice, one butter roll

E’rybody know my name (Sheek Louch!) Bitches on my dick

Police loopin back around cause they think they slick

Cause I got heavy ammunition, three birds on the seat

But I’m just goin here to there, I ain’t tryin to draw heat

cause I got somethin on my waist (uh-huh) somethin under the hood

Motherfucker I’m good for a high speed chase (tell 'em!)

Okay — you know the name nigga — Bully, BITCH!

I’m a money go-getter, you a light dough spender

I’m Barry Bonds of rap you ice cold nigga

County on my ass, feds and the task

Caprice, doin a hundred but only 80 on the dash (damn!)

Pounds in the trunk, burner and a brick

Too $hort bitches, on my Oakland shit

I got love in the hood, for my thugs in the hood

Got my bottom bitch with me she got the snub in the hood

Niggaz talk reckless;

I tell 'em «Boy listen here

You gon' need more than magic to make me disappear»

System in the Caprice, soundin all crystal clear

Knockin (Silverback) (GORILLA!) Frontin like we switchin gears

Black tops, red tops, clear backs, E pills

Ranges, Coupe DeVilles, comin through on big wheels

Hat low, my niggaz rowdy as they wanna be (D-Block!)

Bluntly, stupid bitch, get from in front of me

Sheek Louch homey, now I got a street buzz

Song’s hot, just like when «Everyday I’m Hustlin"was

Down South heavy but New York is where I rest at

White tee, hover muh’fuckers wear a vest at

Late night, pop the trunk, party over here hoe

Drink up, smoke some’n, that’s what it’s there fo'

Hood love, love that, love money, love rap

Love fiends who love crack, dope boy and all that!

Hahahaha, ahhh…