Oh, la, la, la, la.
Yeah, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Ain't no address on that spice.
Hey, Ritchie!
Enough for them to roll the dice and can't pay the price.
Remember I said.
In life.
You have a choice.
Just only ask them what you gonna do, what you gonna do.
what you gonna do the cops gonna get you what you gonna do what you gonna do
What you gonna do?
The cops gonna get you.
You terrorize in the neighborhood.
You are your name and sky and the moon.
Hey, it's okay.
Chokey!
Chokey!
You see you're badder than soldier, man, badder than police.
No fret free, put your finger upon the trigger and squeeze.
Put a gun upon your waist.
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
The cops gonna get you What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
The cops gonna get you.
Just lay a big, big fighting bone.
You don't care.
You're so cold.
Hey, bully.
Too late!
Too late!
Me git on my side, it's a serious time When me say man out the road, boss a next man's fine For me Nicolari time, for glitter and a shine If you work for yours, then I'll work for mine Instead you rap Miss Jones and you rap Mr. Wong
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
what you gonna do the cops gonna get you what you're gonna do what you're gonna do
What you gonna do?
The cops gonna get you.
You terrorize in the neighborhood.
You and your neighbors can't live good.
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
What happened to the days when you used to run joke?
Now you can't trust no one living a life of gun smoke.
The youth out the road in my mood so cutthroat.
It's like him end himself with a piece of long rope.
I mean no one has seen a funeral keep.
Mama, she a ball and whip.
And if you can't do the sign, don't do the grind.
Because in this life, it's so what you reap.
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
The cops gonna get you.
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
The cops gonna get you.
They say you think big, fat, and bold.
You don't care.
You're so cold.
