Who Gone do It – Captain Beefheart – letras

[Hook – 4x]Who gon do it, the way I doWho gon get this bitch hot as I do, and keep it liveas I do[Dougie D]First of all, look I’m in mash modeMotherfuckers wasn’t even expecting, but here I goYou know me from the Maab, you know me from theS.L.A.BNiggaz be wanting to see Dougie, show his raw nakedassWhat about niggaz that’s hating, I don’t feel thatthereWhat about niggaz that’s pressing, I kill that thereI’m a certified G, like a freak on with one T.VI keep a click of killas, that’s stupid and allcoo-cooLike the way I keep it live, yeah we like that boyLike the way I keep it on fire, yeah we like that boyI’ma jump on the track, and ride it and keep wiggingPanties’ll get wet, while pads’ll get messyWho gon do it like I do it, no other or nan notherDougie’ll get this motherfucker hot, like summerA Guerilla Maab nigga, I represent it foreverUntil I retire my jersey, and touch another level[Hook – 4x][Dougie D]God damn it, I’m on fireJust as soon as I commits to speaking, the shit burndownI’m a lyrical mastermind, with my punch line rhymeMake a motherfucker rewind, and play it one mo’ timeI’m a street toner scholar, game I got a lot ofFlipping through the city, with my chicken on my wooddividerTrying to get me I think nada, this beam on top of mynine-aWill go on top of your noggin, and knock everything upout of itWhoo, when you boys gon learnWhen you fuck around with the fire, your ass will getburnedI done paid my dues daddy, so you wait your turnAnd my mind up on my money, I don’t know bout yoursAnd I’m still riding, sliding cocked upDon’t give a motherfuck, squeeze a bitch up on herbuttHollin’ man hold up, getting full and fucked upIt’s your nigga Dougie D, wrecking this bitch andgetting bucked[Hook – 4x][Trae]Follow me inside the mind of a thugger, that’s knownto slug aNever gon be nan nother, that’s rougher coming out thegutterI mean it and I tell you, I spit it like I’ma give itgangstaFor the digits these niggaz be weaker, than a fake asswankstaI’m a corner bender, on 20’s with T.V.’sAnd the bang be knocking off they fenders, pretenderscan never enterTo kick it with Maab related Guerillas, so niggaz hateitThey know that they perpetrated, they life’ll beconfiscatedFor fucking with a well known, with a weapon that’swell shownConversating on cell phones, with work to get it goneI’m just doublizing, with ways to shut ’em downAnd since I shut ’em down, it’s best they lay it down[Cl’Che]It ain’t nan bitch, can do it like I did itAin’t nan mo’fucker, could screw it like Screw did itOr amateurs trying, to rhyme against professionalsThat’s not fair, so bitch I dareYou, to even think you could do what Cl’ doOriginar S.L.A.B. rider, coming throughCl’Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to doWhen you hating on we do, and the do is in youI got a rhyme or two, and it’s just about youCause we dropping these albums, doing just what we doAnd I ain’t, never by myselfI got the whole damn Southside, riding on my belt[Hook – 4x]