What You Wanna Do? Kausion (Ft. Ice Cube)
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[Sample (during intro in background)]
Are you ready?
[Intro: Ice Cube]
South Central, Los Skanless
So what you wanna do?
Kausion
So what you wanna do?
So what you wanna do?
[Verse 1: Cel]
I'm all on the front line, down to put in work
I thumped once or twice but ain't never did no dirt
But I’m amped to put my flats on the MAC
With exchange of a scrap for a mothafuckin' strap
But I got to make a vow once I get the MAC-10
Now once I spot a rival, it's a must I do him in
I spin around the corner, finna get busy
I ask the big homie, "Who is he?
The fool with the wrong color on, standin' by the Brougham"
Said: "Your mission is complete
Once he get his head blown off his mothafuckin' neck"
Now the chin check 'cause I done wrecked
But they ain't even thought about the pen yet
You could smell the smoke in my clothes
The dope got me buzzed, askin' where we was
Is the fuzz, I'm pourin' out these suds
For them dead motherfuckers
Now they tryin' to stick 25 to a nigga
One more felony added to the two
Instead of killin' fools I wish I woulda bust at you
I'm only 13 but already servin' heat on these streets
Deletin' mothafuckas from the front seat
Are you ready?
[Intro: Ice Cube]
South Central, Los Skanless
So what you wanna do?
Kausion
So what you wanna do?
So what you wanna do?
[Verse 1: Cel]
I'm all on the front line, down to put in work
I thumped once or twice but ain't never did no dirt
But I’m amped to put my flats on the MAC
With exchange of a scrap for a mothafuckin' strap
But I got to make a vow once I get the MAC-10
Now once I spot a rival, it's a must I do him in
I spin around the corner, finna get busy
I ask the big homie, "Who is he?
The fool with the wrong color on, standin' by the Brougham"
Said: "Your mission is complete
Once he get his head blown off his mothafuckin' neck"
Now the chin check 'cause I done wrecked
But they ain't even thought about the pen yet
You could smell the smoke in my clothes
The dope got me buzzed, askin' where we was
Is the fuzz, I'm pourin' out these suds
For them dead motherfuckers
Now they tryin' to stick 25 to a nigga
One more felony added to the two
Instead of killin' fools I wish I woulda bust at you
I'm only 13 but already servin' heat on these streets
Deletin' mothafuckas from the front seat
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