Lirik Lagu Whatta You Know - Cypress Hill
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[Whatta you know?] (3x)
B-Real:Whatta you know?The nigga stole my doughSo I reached in the closet for the 4-4[Whatta you know?]Jus' hold on, just wait a minuteIt's gone, along with my big bad nickel-platedWhatta you know?The fucker took my phoneI still can't believe that he robbed my home!Whatta you know?I think he got to the herbAnd the ferria, and the jewlery, and the MausbergWhatta you know?I can't find my keys to the 6-5All the way live on D'sWhatta you know?I can't find my RolexWith the 21 diamonds, shinin' on flecksWhatta you know?When I find that mark-ass nigga,I'ma cut out his fuckin' heart!
Sen-Dog:Whatta you know?I came up on this ballerFor the dollar and the weed sack, and his Impala!Whatta you think, when you can't trust your so-called homieLike me, and you thought that you know me?Whatta you feel, when you're lookin' in the closetAnd the gat's gone, and so is your cellular phone?Whatta you know?I took your loot and the jewelsWith the buddah and the laptop in the nickel-plated tool!Whatta you know?Now I run the showWith the phat pockets and the nigga's fly goldWahtta you think, when ya ass gets jackedBy a homie who was supposed to have your back?
B-Real:Whatta you know?I'm rollin' in my zoneAnd I think I see the puto who rigged my home[Whatta you think?]I got the glock in the gloveShould I dump on the man, leave him lying in the mud?Wahtta you know?He pulled out my 4-4Now I got no choice, so I let it all flow[Whatta you know?]The motherfucker's all blastin'4-5 equal, in time for some tractions[Whatta you know?]Slide action, no questionForty-five slug is bad for your complexion[Whatta you know?]The puto's cryin' like a bitchNow the puto's lyin' in a fuckin' ditch!
B-Real (spoken):[Whatta you know?]You can't even trust your fuckin' best homeboy these days, homes.[Whatta you know?]You got to sleep with one nine fuckin' open ...[Whatta you know?]Payback's a motherfuckin' bitch![Whatta you know?]That puto should've watched his fuckin' back.
[Whatta you know?] (repeated till end)
B-Real:Whatta you know?The nigga stole my doughSo I reached in the closet for the 4-4[Whatta you know?]Jus' hold on, just wait a minuteIt's gone, along with my big bad nickel-platedWhatta you know?The fucker took my phoneI still can't believe that he robbed my home!Whatta you know?I think he got to the herbAnd the ferria, and the jewlery, and the MausbergWhatta you know?I can't find my keys to the 6-5All the way live on D'sWhatta you know?I can't find my RolexWith the 21 diamonds, shinin' on flecksWhatta you know?When I find that mark-ass nigga,I'ma cut out his fuckin' heart!
Sen-Dog:Whatta you know?I came up on this ballerFor the dollar and the weed sack, and his Impala!Whatta you think, when you can't trust your so-called homieLike me, and you thought that you know me?Whatta you feel, when you're lookin' in the closetAnd the gat's gone, and so is your cellular phone?Whatta you know?I took your loot and the jewelsWith the buddah and the laptop in the nickel-plated tool!Whatta you know?Now I run the showWith the phat pockets and the nigga's fly goldWahtta you think, when ya ass gets jackedBy a homie who was supposed to have your back?
B-Real:Whatta you know?I'm rollin' in my zoneAnd I think I see the puto who rigged my home[Whatta you think?]I got the glock in the gloveShould I dump on the man, leave him lying in the mud?Wahtta you know?He pulled out my 4-4Now I got no choice, so I let it all flow[Whatta you know?]The motherfucker's all blastin'4-5 equal, in time for some tractions[Whatta you know?]Slide action, no questionForty-five slug is bad for your complexion[Whatta you know?]The puto's cryin' like a bitchNow the puto's lyin' in a fuckin' ditch!
B-Real (spoken):[Whatta you know?]You can't even trust your fuckin' best homeboy these days, homes.[Whatta you know?]You got to sleep with one nine fuckin' open ...[Whatta you know?]Payback's a motherfuckin' bitch![Whatta you know?]That puto should've watched his fuckin' back.
[Whatta you know?] (repeated till end)
