Whatcha Got lyrics

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
I really wanna f*ck witcha, b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
I see you bendin' over, young b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
Drop it to the ground, young b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
It's really goin' down, young b*tch, whatcha got

[Post-Chorus: Pimp C]
Show that monkey, ho, bend it over, b*tch
Show that monkey, ho, show that pus*y, b*tch
Show that monkey, ho, bend it over, b*tch
Show that monkey, ho, show that pus*y, b*tch

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I ain't the one to be makin' it rain
But every damn day I be grippin' on grain
A hundred and seventy karats in my piece and my chain
I like knowledge but I love good brain
Never been to college but I got a degree
In breakin' a b*tch, I got a Ph.D
I remember '98, Atlanta gentlemen's club
Buyin' out the bar, smokin' light green drugs
Free Big Meech, n*gga; break a Georgia peach, n*gga
First verse upfront, ain't no speech, n*gga
She jump in the Lambo, money from my pocket
f*ckin' 'round with me, I knock your pus*y outta socket
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
I really wanna f*ck witcha, b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
I see you bendin' over, young b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
Drop it to the ground, young b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
It's really goin' down, young b*tch, whatcha got

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
She wants that real love
Somethin' better, 'cause she don't really feel much
With that n*gga, he don't really freak her tough
She said he can't go deep enough
I don't give a f*ck about him or that b*tch
She all in my face tryna give me that sh*t
So hit that, then I give it back
She let me f*ck when I want with no strings attached
Like a slave, he owns his wife
Keeps her locked in the house, she lives a lonely life
Never let her out and never says he loves her
Won't even f*ck her, barely even touches her
The b*tch was sad when she told me all about it
I'm straight from The Town so you know I started poundin'
You mad at your man, what you want me to do?
Give you some di*k? Well, b*tch, come on through
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
I really wanna f*ck witcha, b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
I see you bendin' over, young b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
Drop it to the ground, young b*tch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', b*tch, whatcha got
It's really goin' down, young b*tch, whatcha got

[Outro: Pimp C]
Show that monkey, ho, bend it over, b*tch
Show that monkey, ho, show that pus*y, b*tch
Show that monkey, ho, bend it over, b*tch
Show that monkey, ho, show that pus*y, b*tch