What We On (feat. E-40) - Lil Jon, DaBoii & P-LO

Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp See I be hood [unverified] But the only cheese I ever had was from the goods And man that was divided among [unverified] brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good But what we hadn't [unverified] get the gat from one of my [unverified] On the tough, Uncle Bruce [unverified] Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chicken heads squash through my hood with good intentions But always end up sparkin' antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? Then you with me after the show You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth Hey, hoe (Hey, hoe) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes Then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin' to the rules and regulation ship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click On the east they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the west they got tacos and burrito vans In the south, it's [unverified] and biscuit What about the Midwest? The Midwest, dey just love to kick it Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster Dialin' for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin', paper chasin', poppin' collars Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what I know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin' I ain't no captain at the bar, signin' autographs on napkins Ball 'til we have it all, bartender talkin' about "Last call for alcohol" I'm 'bout to get to mashin' on that [unverified] If we don't get no mo' [unverified] throw glasses at that Moesha fag And I'm walkin' up out the do', step stuck and stutterin' Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarrassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But I'm a king size nigga, baby, pull my coattail and just Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good)

Yeah, so you might see me wit' uh, 87, rusty I been on that but uh, you need ta get on that Holler at cha mang Still throwin' beer cans in the gutter mang Flick a parliament, hub cap ornament Deer head on the wall, it's a bubba thang Not just sparks but I'm sparkin' a Parliament Again I'm a chain smoker Stuck to the flame poker I'm hot Keep the party goin', don't stop New shoes, thrifty Bill Cosby sweater Drinkin' out the keg no greek frat letters Bumpin' skinny pimp, Petty and Eddy Vetter Aint no Eddy Bower, no scary cowards You better check tha Y E L A W O L F Buddy I'm in ya ash tray like a toenail clip Flick, flick the cherry, don't ash on my sofa I'm on some new mobile home shit come on ova Keep heavy metal like a ton of boulders Check out my donk it's dirty brown I know it's dirty brown boy That's what we on now Yeah, holler, I got 20 bucks And I don't give a fuck A pretty country girl And a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now Doller at che, yeah When the sticks meet the bricks You gon' see all a my people Up in that bitch like That's what we on now 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck, yeah That's what we on now A country girl and a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now When the sticks meet the bricks That's what we on now All a my people up in this bitch, bitch Lemonade is made from lemon's a? Then I'ma make fine china from a paper plate I'ma dip low, like paper planes In the Chevrolet, like it's a major thang Sign a major deal, with a major payne They gave me a budget I bought a bicycle frame I rode that bitch around Walnut park Put a stack in my pocket and then blew it at Wal-Mart On a jacket, a pistol, and a packet of blow darts If you enter my skull, you gonna need a strong heart Strong art, the heart of Dixie got history You sittin' on 32's we sittin' on 60's Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours You won't see nothin' But palm trees and wild fires And BOOM! Out pops a B Boy The mossy oak is dirty brown I know it's dirty brown boy That's what we on now Yeah, holler, I got 20 bucks And I don't give a fuck A pretty country girl And a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now Doller at che, yeah When the sticks meet the bricks You gon' see all a my people Up in that bitch like That's what we on now 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck, yeah That's what we on now A country girl and a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now When the sticks meet the bricks That's what we on now All a my people up in this bitch, bitch Jimmy crack corn, then he threw a bar stool Mother goose broke a wing and still flew the coup She gave Jimmy 20 bucks and threw him a deuce Left Jimmy on the string like a loose tooth See these the type of people that I'm used to Hard knock country boys fuck a new suit Fuck a new coop when you need a new roof Give me the whole stake from the ruler to the two Give me the ruler too, measure it up There's good money in the Pyrex mesurin' cup Ricky Bobby's on the corner he's tearin' it up If he don't slow down, he'll be wearin' a crutch Ricky needs to take it to tha highway But you can't tell him shit, 'cause it's Friday Ricky's got a needle, that's how it's goin' down? He looked at me and said, "That's what I'm all about" That's what we on now Yeah, holler, I got 20 bucks And I don't give a fuck A pretty country girl And a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now Doller at che, yeah When the sticks meet the bricks You gon' see all a my people Up in that bitch like That's what we on now 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck, yeah That's what we on now A country girl and a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now When the sticks meet the bricks That's what we on now All a my people up in this bitch, bitch

Groove so hard I gotta jam to it I gotta jam to it Groove so hard I gotta jam to it I gotta jam to it Groove so hard I gotta jam to it I gotta jam to it Groove so hard I gotta jam to it Groove so hard I gotta I gotta I gotta... You gotta let loose tonight You gotta get loose tonight Let the music take over your body Do you feel it? Can you feel it? Let loose and fucking dance I gotta Let loose and fuckin' turn it up Get freaky with it Get freaky with it Get freaky with it Get freaky with it I gotta Get freaky with it Get freaky with it Get freaky with it Fuckin' dance It feels good, don't it? It feels good I just wanna dance Don't cha wanna dance? You gotta let loose tonight You gotta get loose tonight Let the music take over your body Do you feel it? Can you feel it? Let loose and fucking dance I gotta Let loose and fuckin turn it up Get jiggy with it Get jiggy with it Get jiggy with it Get jiggy with it I gotta Get jiggy with it Get jiggy with it Get jiggy with it Fuckin' dance