Lyrics:
South Park Whatever You Do

self record Grimm The brown recluse Low genius Rasheed The first to be Aka Pepe pepe [chorus: low-g and happy p] [low-g] Whatever you do Homie don't

cause you gotta peep ?er I mean you probably might be saying you aint jockin? either But man, o girl got a fat old ass Yeah, the type that make you tell a b!tch just dance And fuck them other niggas cause you

Her Head Was Gooder Than A Music Electro Body, Known To Blow Fuses A Stripper From The South Lookin For A Payday Said, Bitch You Should Do It For The Love Like Ray-J But They Say You

Dungeon click Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South

at me Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog With it's head chopped off in the park with

with you That bitch don't belong 2 you [2x] Bet she don't go home with you She already feelin me Ima get her on the two Later on she gonna do, whatever

my niggaz on, what, what? You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you

Attack the track flows, back to back flows You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow Bust and mash fo' eights in the slab ho Southern distributer

you) You the reason why I ride good You the reason why I shop good Drink good, smoke good (And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose You the