Bloops - Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever текст песни

My chicky ax me what I wanna do
Wanna chill at the mall or go to a movie?
Smoke a fat blunt or get real drunk?
Play some b-ball and make a slam dunk?
Shorty, do the hand jive from nine to five?
Start a fresh-ass parade with a meter-miter maid?
Pick some pork in the park?
Pack a pocket full of poppy seeds?
Hey, look at me-
What, you wanna get on top of me?
Boy, you're looking pretty bored
Pretty boy, you wanna score?
I'll do you good and I'll do you on a hardwood floor
But I won't know unless you say the words I wanna hear
No need to fear baby come and whisper in my ear
So I told her

Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever

My homies got their honeys
Got their easy moneys
Got their big guns, Number 101s
Got a sweet ride, a little sugar on the side
Gold a wallet full of dollars
They gold stud collars
Got places to go and people to see
Bitches in the hotel giving it up for free
They look at me saying "playa gotta get you some
All that matters lookin out for motherfuckin
Number One"
(Opportunity knocks, what you gonna do then?)
I'll tell you want to do nigga
Whip it out and stick it in
You think I'm foolin
Well fucker what you got to say?
You fuck around fucker that's the fucking price you pay
When the sun don't shine is when I make hay
When you livin in the ghetto that's the only fucking way
I kinda smile

Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever

Cops look at me like I'm a piece of meat
When they done beatin off they need an ass to beat
But I ain't done shit
They ain't got nothing on me
Oh sure I drink a little now and then
and smoke a lot of weed
So a cop try to give me lip I give him the slip
I call him a dick
and pop a cap in that son of a bitch
I take him to his house and cut out his eyes
I fucking rape his wife and children
Make him listen to their cries
When that's all done I say "ain't this fun
You got a nice wife and an even nicer son
Don't let me catch you round my block bitch
I'll put one in the stink two in the eye sockets"

I'm just joking-
I can't believe you fell for that
I wouldn't shoot a cop hell I don't even own a gat
I don't kill it's just not cool
I may be ill but I'm not cruel
In actuality a cop comes up to me
He's axin fuckin questions fucking doubtin my sobriety
The thug in me wants to kill his goddamn family
But lucky me the words I say turn out to be

Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever
Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever
Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever

Whatever to your mother bitch