Whatcha Do

[Intro: DJ Paul]

Ah yeah, these hoes always talkin' 'bout all the shit they got Fendi, DKNY

They don't tell you what they do to get it!

[Chorus: DJ Paul]

What 'cha do? What 'cha do? (What 'cha do?) What 'cha do? What 'cha do?

What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do?

What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? (Where they at?)

What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? (What it is?)

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

Bitch, don't play dumb, stick out your tongue, let me take a plunge

For plenty you don't have to suck your thumb, I got yum-yum

At night you have nice dreams 'bout spices and ice cream

You look kind of feisty, your lips they entice me

Don't fight it, don't try to front like you don't like it, I can tell you get excited

I'ma spank it, put your head under the blanket, It's the tightest

I'm Mafia, some playa's took the Triple 6 to the tre'

And tonight Lord Infamous on the entree

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]

You niggas be killin' me, say you'll never do it

But you used to it

Every time I turn around

You tongue is in the booty is it hard to pick 'em out?

Hell naw, I'm on the top of that

All real hoes know a nigga that licked on the cat

That's a fact, niggas be one of the main ones doin' it

I'ma eat a little punk ass nigga, fuck screwin' it

Little Peter Piper, supposed to be playa's, but you pussy eaters

Got you rock hard, after my nut, you's a dick beater

[Chorus: DJ Paul]

What 'cha do? What 'cha do? (What 'cha do?) What 'cha do? What 'cha do?

What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do?

What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? (Where they at?)

What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? What 'cha do? (What it is?)

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

Slob on my knob like corn on the cob

Check in with me and do your job

Lay on the bed and give me head

Don't have to ask, don't have to beg

Juicy is my name, sex is my game

Let's call the boys, let's run a train

First find a mate, second find a place

Third find a bag to hide the ho face

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]

Uh! Uh! It's 'bout 2-0-9

I'm ridin' Viper tryin' to find somethin' freaky 'cause I think it's about that time

Me and my dogs, done snort about two 'balls

Now I need a big mouth for a dick and two balls

It's Paul, asking would ya, take face, really?

One hundred sixty five pounds, skinny nigga, beer belly

I'm 'bout to take her to get it tight from all of y'all

No paper chasin', I'm in the ocean tryin' to capture Jaws

[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]

These bitches got me goin', the feelin' of a warm mouth

Man, I tell you bout' these hoes chewin' in the South

It's on, once I get it, I'm gone

I bone a ho deep and long, but that's another song

We on the subject of these hoes, that be suckin' dick

Don't frown, hoe, you the main one doin' it

Crunchy Black up in this bitch, I tell the truth, dog

All these hoes goin', don't let 'em fool, y'all!

[Interlude: DJ Spanish Fly]

Yo, this is DJ Spanish Fly

Live at the shake junt

And they shakin' it to Watcha Do, Watcha Do

Three 6 Mafia, on word

[Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca]

See, I be swingin' at a bitch like a nigga tryin' to hit a piñata

Ten niggas dick up in your motherfuckin' stomach

Came across a dick, they got you grippin' up on your head

Buckin' on, shot spread

Then, she pussy farted, man, plaster fallin' up off the walls

While I'm fuckin' her like a dog, she's constantly lickin' on my balls

All up on my dick and on my nuts and just the back-to-back

Rat-tat-tat-tat, hatchet, watch how quickly people bitch react (Bitch react, bitch react)