What To Do

[Intro: Shella] Jada, Styles, Sheek [Chorus: Shella] Baby you know, I been checkin' for you Can you come and pick me up tonight? You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you I think you will know just what to do [Verse 1: Styles P] I know what to do and when to do it, scooped her in the turbo Porsche Cause she's scared to see a third go off I'm the nigga that she's checkin' for, hold the weapon for Gotta stretch her raw - could tell that she lovin' it I fuck her good and she call me by my government She count up my money, roll up my weed Load up my guns, I leave she gon' throw me my keys And I stay pickin' her up, droppin her off She hold a gun when a nigga done, poppin' it off And you know she dress me good, feed me right Be the first to call my lawyer when they read my rights She the one who help me clean up my act She a thoroughbred cause she can clean you off when I bust off my gat (yeah) [Chorus: Shella] Baby you know, I been checkin' for you Can you come and pick me up tonight? You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you I think you will know just what to do [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yo it's a little too soon to put somethin' in your ear But we can get a drink and put somethin' in the air Maybe play amateur golf, I'll let you handle the Porsche L.O.X., every man is a boss Shoulda seen her face when I slid mami the Tec Brung her through the hood with me, it was time to collect She marinated in the car for two hours While I conversated with my man 'bout new powder Parked the Porsche, snatch the Range, shot back downtown She lookin' at me like, "You could blow my back out now" I pulled over on the highway, Westside slay Head in the back, Casino style, Pesci way. let's go [Chorus: Shella] Baby you know, I been checkin' for you Can you come and pick me up tonight? You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you I think you will know just what to do [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] (D-Block, walk wit me) Know that boy Sheek Louch is, such a thug One-shot Dillinger, one big slug I don't need a lot of hustles, just one good drug Anywhere outta town, just one good plug This the 2000 she a 'Ryde or Die Chick' Gun on my waist, could have no legs if shorty my sidekick You know who it is, the kid with an extra bar My wind is up, I'm ready to spar My vision is good, I'm hittin' your car, clappin' from far I guess she lovin' that; that's why I'm huggin' that Cause I ain't spendin' nothin', true thug No arguments, right on the rug (OWW!) [Chorus: Shella] Baby you know, I been checkin' for you Can you come and pick me up tonight? You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you I think you will know just what to do Baby you know, I been checkin' for you Can you come and pick me up tonight? You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you I think you will know just what to do