What U Gon’ Do (Chopped & Screwed) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon & Michael Watts]
Yeah
What? What?
What? What?
Check this out, right?
Yeah, yeah
Lil' Jon and the motherf*ckin' East Side Boyz (What)
The Kings of Crunk (What)
Back at you with some new sh*t (What, yeah)
Now just because we went platinum and sh*t (What)
Don't mean we gone change, n*gga (What)
We're the motherf*cking Kings of Crunk (Yeah)
And we're gonna always keep this motherf*cker crunk (What, what)
Swishahouse
BME Click, b*tch

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Fall up-fall up in the club
And them n*ggas wanna mug
Step up-step up to they face
What they gon' do (sh*t)
Fall up-fall up in the club
And them hoes start acting up
Step up-step up to them hoes
What they gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
[Verse 1: Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz]
f*ck n*gga, what's up?
Hell naw you ain't gon' buck
sh*ttin-sh*ttin' out your mouth
Gon' get you wet-
f*ck n*gga, what's up?
Hell naw you ain't gon' buck
sh*ttin-sh*ttin' out your mouth
Gon' get you f*cked up
You done came in the club
With your muthaf*ckin' click
We don't give a f*ck, ho
Ya'll pus*y like b*tches
You done came in the club
With your muthaf*ckin' click
We don't give a f*ck, ho
Ya'll pus*y like b*tches
It's some Eastside n*ggas (what)
And they deep in this b*tch (wassup)
Step to-step to any n*gga (what)
That be talkin' that sh*t (wassup)
It's some Westside n*ggas (what)
And they deep in this b*tch (wassup)
Step to-step to any n*gga (what)
That be talkin' that sh*t (wassup)
It's some Northside n*ggas (what)
And they deep in this b*tch (wassup)
Step to-step to any n*gga (what)
That be talkin' that sh*t (wassup)
It's some Southside n*ggas (what)
And they deep in this b*tch (wassup)
Step to-step to any n*gga (what)
That be talkin' that sh*t (wassup)
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Michael Watts]
Fall-fall-fall-fall-fall up in the club
And them n*ggas wanna mug
Step up-step up to they face
What they gon' do (sh*t)
Fall up-fall up in the club
And them hoes start acting up
Step up-step up to them hoes
What they gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
What they-DJ Micheal Watts

[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
My brain is taking in too much pain
I'm bout to explode first, and then take (sh*t)
My brain is taking in too much pain
I'm bout to explode first, and then take (sh*t)
My brain is taking in too much pain
Ex-explode first, and then take names
Cool-cool lil' shawty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise n*ggas when I jabbed in the arm
I don't play wit mutherf*ckers cause the sh*t be real
I don't play wit mutherf*ckers cause the sh*t be real
I don't play wit mutherf*ckers sh*t-sh*t be real
Make you hold your breath longer than the Navy Seal
And them bows gon' leave you ass dead in the past
Ain't no way you can differ your di*k from your ass
I bows-bows wit my n*gga-n*gga
f*ck hoes-hoes, n*gga-n*gga
f*ck you-f*ck you think I feel about this arm in your figure
Closed-closed casket, hatin'-hatin' baskets
It's a closed casket, hatin'-hatin' baskets
It's a closed casket, hatin'-hatin' baskets
G's-g's that's real, mess of-mess of faggots
Who you talkin' to b*tch, what you gon' do trick
When it's obvious to see that you ain't gon' do sh*t
Lil Scrappy the prince and I ain't takin' no junk
I'm a quiet crunk n*gga and f*ck being a punk
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Michael Watts]
If you fall up in the club
And them n*ggas wanna mug
Step up-step up to they face
What they gon' do (sh*t)
Fall up-fall up in the club
And them hoes start acting up
Step up-step up to them hoes
What they gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
What they-Swishahouse, BME Click b*tch

[Interlude: Lil Jon]
Yeah, yeah
I'm lookin' round this muthaf*ckin' club (What?)
Them n*ggas still muthaf*ckin' lookin over here and sh*t (Lookin over here talkin and sh*t)
Think we gon' have to get some muthaf*ckin' straightening going on in this muthaf*cka (Yeah)
This what we gon' muthaf*ckin' do (Wassup?)
We gon' walk over to these muthaf*ckin' n*ggas (Yeah)
And talk to their ass like this (Like this)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
b*tches-b*tches talk sh*t
b*tches-b*tches talk sh*t
b*tches-b*tches talk sh*t
That's why we bustin' your sh*t
On- b*tches-b*tches talk sh*t
b*tches-b*tches talk sh*t
b*tches-b*tches talk sh*t
That's why we bustin' your sh*t
We real n*ggas (what?) y'all hoes (y'all hoes)
We real n*ggas (what?) y'all hoes (y'all hoes)
We real n*ggas (what?) y'all hoes (y'all hoes)
We re-
Y'all hoes (y'all hoes)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
If you fall up in the club
And them n*ggas wanna mug
Step up-step up to they face
What they gon' do (sh*t)
Fall up-fall up in the club
And them hoes start acting up
Step up-step up to them hoes
What they gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' do (sh*t)
Gon'-gon' (sh*t, sh*t)
Gon'-gon' (sh*t, sh*t)

[Outro: Michael Watts]
It's going down from Texas to ATL n*gga, what