We gotta talk there's a rumor I heard It's legitimate I found out from her After all I've done is it what I deserve Stupid me I thought our love was
Oh, love and affection rule My heart is in the groove Whatcha doin' Whatcha doin' to me, yeah Oh, I'm searching for the truth Your missing attitude Whatcha
[Intro: x2] Kiesha, Shawnda, Nesse, Kim, Monea, Shea, Pam, Rene, [Verse 1:] Look at her, Ooh she fine But I'm lookin at her friend, She better, Low
[The Dramatics] Some people are made of plastic You know some people are made of wood Some people have hearts of stone Some people are up to no good
Nigga, be the shit like manure No niggas true'er, gats go boo-ya! Slugs go through ya', give a fuck who ya' claim to be None of y'all niggas can't hang
easily [Chorus] Do do do do do do do do... Watcha gonna do do do do do... So tell me tell me watcha gonna do Watcha [x6] gonna do Watcha [x6]
here mostly And my soul heres the call My gut is ghostly But I gave it my all My girls there getting toasty But I'll bring them along Say watcha want Say watcha
Jump on the Harley Forget about the Bentley Gonna leave 'em behind Jump on the ride 'Cause it's all about the journey Watcha doin' tonight Watcha doin' tonight Watcha doin' tonight Watcha doin' tonight Tell me watcha
?! Huh?! (What?!) Nigga, watcha wanna do?! Nigga, huh?! What?! What?! Watcha wanna do?! Nigga, I say what?! Huh?! Huh?! Watcha wanna do?! Nigga, huh?! What?! What?! Watcha
out I just didn't know what to do But when I become a star we'll be living so large I'll do anything for you So baby watcha say! [Chorus] Mmmm whatcha
[Too $hort talkin] yo, 'sup, 'sup $hort Dawg is in the house, beyotch yea, got my orange juice bottle full of gin and it's all good ya know, this might
Ah yeah, these hoes always talkin' bout' all the shit they got (??) Dkny And i'ma tell you what they do to get it, bitch Chorus x8 Watcha do, watcha
lot of people to call oh Watcha talkin bout I don't really hear it Cos you keep on fading out you're not coming through Watcha gonna do watcha talkin
101 radio racket, bonzo Butcho on the air, ready to set the night on fire! Yep! It's the D.day duds! The final countdown before the fateful hour two
Deux ans qu'elle garde ca pour elle Tout parait loin, mais c'est proche Quand les images s'entrechoquent dans le chaos ! Et encore un enieme psychodrame
Clean, j?ai bonne mine, pourtant creuse un peu en moi, crois-moi et vois ma ruine, une parodie pale du bien paraitre, social total mental, j?me mens!
Prenez peur car le cours des choses evolue tres vite, qui blamer ? Flots d?paroles et d?hypocrisies les visages s?animent de noirs desseins Il est temps
