Boomerang (Whatchu Been Doin) lyrics

[Intro]
Boy watchu been doin’
Boy watchu been doin’, doin’
Boy watchu been doin’, doin’
Boy watchu been doin’, doin’
Boy, boy, boy watch been doin’

[Verse 1]
You know how I do
Everything that I drop now is that hot new
But, I plan on being here for a minute
I see these other n*ggas in the drive-thru
Everyday I thank God that I’m not you
I wake up and think: “Damn, what you Pac do?”
Look, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me
‘Cause I’ll lay a n*gga down if I got to
Watchu say
f*ck I gotta front for
Make the phone call, send a couple to your front door (Gagagaga)
It ain’t nothing if you want war
Believe that, but listen that ain’t what I come for
I said I’m baring my soul, showing my heart
They come at my neck, they pick at my flaws
I slipped
I fell
I pick up my cross
I say: “It happens”
We moving like Gods
Made it out the hood
What are the odds
Now I’m in power, broke a 48 laws
I record in the crib, in the booth in my drawers
They can’t walk in my shoes, sh*t in my store
Talking ‘bout me, they got some [?]
Chris and Cliff, b*tch I’m a Paul
We don’t love these hoes, ‘cause these hoes ain’t know us
‘Less she drop it to the floor, make a round of applause like:
Go on make it clap for a n*gga
Go on make it clap for a n*gga
Bad b*tch, everyone that rap wanna get her
3 bottles of Ace
That’s a stack for the liquor
‘Cause I just saw Meek throw 30
And I just wanna fit in
I should be happy just to make it to the league, right?
Nah, then you won’t even get in
Girl, I don’t know who he is, but he sure good looking
Got the cops and promoters, both tryna book him
Got my n*ggas and the chef, both of them cooking
f*cked 2 bad b*tches, told ‘em both good looking
Lord
I know it’s hard right now
My n*gga, and I feel for ya
The game got’ be mine for a minute, but
I might leave it in my wheel for ya
Ayy
[Chorus]
Watchu been doin'
Boy, watchu been doin'
I’ve been in this club all night
Baby, I been in this club all night
I told you I was here on business
She said: “I’m tryna f*ck”, all right
Baby, watchu been doin'
Look, I’m who it is
I’m putting on for the crib
Watchu been doin'
Thinking ‘bout these hoes that I f*cked
And all the lives that I’ve ruined
Watchu been doin'

[Verse 2]
What it looking like
Remember, I couldn’t get a thousand on a good night
Man, I dropped a couple songs
It’s the hood life
And like that, overnight, it just took flight
Now I get paid before I even lay the verse down
‘Cause I body everything
I should drive a Hertz around
Women pull they panties off, before they put their purchase down
n*ggas payin’ bread, just to see the boy in person now
n*ggas, wassup
I can see them n*ggas hurting now
Not a DJ, but I can see the table turnin’ now
f*ck ‘em all
Tell ‘em take a person out
First floor
Only thing that I’m worried ‘bout
Left mama in the crib, turn the [?] now
She went to the riverside, just to lay the [?] down
Fontaine
I’m the n*gga that they heard about
Wasn’t sure before, but I know that they’re for certain now
I read the magazines
They overrate n*ggas
Put them in the booth with me and I erase n*ggas
Bunch of di*k-riders
Man, I hate n*ggas
But I’mma put ‘em in their place
I’m a gravedigger
I brought the music to ‘em
They tried to play n*ggas
Now when the label come around, I’mma rate n*ggas
I’m twice as good, I want double what you pay n*ggas
If you hesitate, I’mma triple it, play with us
I said 1.5, they said the boy lost it
I want more than more than my forefathers was all offered
Cop a oldschool, drive it all awkward
Tryna be Paul Wall, pray I don’t get Paul Walker’ed
Come in, killing sh*t like Jamal Crawford
These new artists is all garbage and all talkers
f*ck ‘em
I’m here now, who gon’ stop us
Our Father
Who are in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Hallowed be my [?]
Say a hundred Hail Marys while I [?]
Still sing Marvin Gaye, while I hold my b*tch
I’m a old school player, they don’t know ‘bout this
pus*y n*gga don’t be reaching for no pound
‘Cause you not my man
I take pride in my sh*t
Mufasa’s clan
Got these n*ggas jelly, ‘cause I’m who got the jam
sh*t banging like a two-year old with two pots and pans
They say: “Boy you too fly, you got to land” 
Pardi Fontaine, n*gga who hot to damn
b*tches throw pus*y at me like a boomerang
Darling, I’m the new Marcus Graham
[Outro]