Whatcha Do, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul, Lord Infamous]
Ah yeah, the whatcha do, whatcha do (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
Part... 2! For all the hoes that talked a lot of sh*t... we got a whole bunch of new names on this motherf*cker (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
We finna drop the rap like this first, Lord Infamous, kick that sh*t (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Lord Infamous back and I'm kicking this sh*t for you tramps
The type of the b*tches that's lickin' a n*gga di*k like a stamp
Still up on my di*k, you scandalous b*tch, I told you to quit
That stupid ass b*tch still chewin' for the outfit
Nah, mane, the M-Town clique we never givin' em slack
We just put the numbnut [?] b*tches on they back
Eventually give em' the stick and they never forgettin' and that's that
We nevеr give hoes money, nеver give the sprung hoes crack
The only thing we do, we spittin' that motherf*ckin' mack
When a b*tch is confrontin' us with that sh*t, she get capped
We f*ck the sl*t up, and that's a motherf*ckin' fact
b*tch, you better check [?], you wanna step to the killaz and trip?
'Cause you're f*ckin' with some n*ggas that'll break your f*ckin' hip
A chip from the block, and a block from the chip
They trippin' up on my block, the [?]
Your lips to my di*k, and my di*k to your lips
Then the nuts I bust, trick b*tch, take a sip

[Hook: Lord Infamous, Juicy J]
Whatcha do, whatcha do?
Whatcha do, whatcha do?
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob. Slob on my- Slob-)
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob.)
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob. Slob on my- Slob-)
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob. Slob on my- Slob-)
Whatcha do, whatcha do?
Whatcha do, whatcha do?
[Verse 2: DJ Paul, Lord Infamous]
To these funky ass hoes that be on the di*k (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
Gimme the damn chewin' or get your f*ckin wig split (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
I break it down about these hoes, 'cause I ain't barrin' this sh*t (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
I tell you everyday that they ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
Quickly, I'm moving up on another hoe (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
Watch me get sucked with my posse, and watch me get sucked solo (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
[?] I'm deep in a b*tch's mouth (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
And my di*k, it'll come out with sh*t, that's some sh*t to talk about (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
And now that the #12 is out in the stores, I'm just (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
Waiting to hear this sh*t that'll be said by these hoes (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
But watch whatcha say, this sh*t don't stop (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
There'll be a Volume #13, and it's definitely gonna be mean (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
I just love to hear you b*tches and n*ggas talk sh*t (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
I know and you know that they're just jealous of my clique (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
But I'm huntin' for the hoes that chew (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
So when I see you, lemme know whatcha gonna do, this is the part two, part two, part two (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)

[Hook: Lord Infamous, Juicy J]
Whatcha do, whatcha do?
Whatcha do, whatcha do?
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob.)
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob. Slo-)
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob. Slob on my- Slob-)
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob. Slob on my- Slob-)
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob. Slob on my- Slob-)
Whatcha do, whatcha do? (Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob
[Bridge: DJ Paul, Lord Infamous]
Ah yeah, we been waitin' to do this sh*t. (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
New names, y'know what I'm sayin, and for all you hoes (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
Doing that freaky-type-sh*t, and talkin' all that (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)
sh*t? We finna talk about your ass now, hoe. (Whatcha do, whatcha do?)

[Outro: DJ Paul, Lord Infamous]
(This "verse" is just a compilation of names that I have no idea how to spell, as well as Lord saying "Whatcha do?" the whole way through. If anyone's up to the challenge, edit this page.)