What The Fuck! Lyrics - Bone Crusher

What the fuck, man? 

(What the fuck?) 

This club is dead as a mother fucker 

(Dead as a mother fucker) 

I'ma call these nigga goddamn Ying Yang Twins 

(Yay) 

I'ma call Bone Crusher, I'ma call that boy Killer Mike 

They gon' be at the club 

What? What? What? 

What the fuck goin' on in the club? 

(In the club) 

What the fuck goin' on in the goddamn club? 

(In the club) 

What the fuck goin' on in the goddamn club? 

(In the club) 

What's about bitch? What's about? 

(What's about bitch?) 

What's about bitch? What's about? 

(What's about bitch?) 

What's about bitch? What's about? 

(What's about bitch?) 

Nigga's comin' to the club, deep flow 

Swerving lanes on 23 MJ's no more broad change, security 

They known for bustin' heads, man, I ain't ever scared 

I'll take a bottle to his head, I'm a live, nigga 

I'll leave a pussy nigga dead 

Hoodrats got ass but college girls got head 

And I'm gon' take picture, think about what I just saidv 

And it's official me and my nigga's takin' pictures 

And mo money, mo hoes, mo bottles in the picture 

Drunk nigga talk shit, more problems then you can picture 

We all got bottles, we deadly with spinners 

At least five nigga's strapped up with they Winerbery's nigga 

We all got pockets full of green, smoking Broccoli 

Down here we drink cool water, clipse and Hypnotic 

Down here we like our rims, spinnin' and choppin 

And the girl down to the flo' drop droppin' pussy poppin' 

What the fuck goin' on in the club? 

(In the club) 

What the fuck goin' on in the goddamn club? 

(In the club) 

What the fuck goin' on in the goddamn club? 

(In the club) 

What's about bitch? What's about? 

(What's about bitch?) 

What's about bitch? What's about? 

(What's about bitch?) 

What's about bitch? What's about? 

(What's about bitch?) 

I hold off yo nigga like whoa 

I put these bricks to his face like whoa 

Ain't nobody scared nigga because hustle to hustler 

If you want rumble nigger tussle to tussler 

Bitch boi you ain't hard I see you runnin' 

So what you talkin' 'bout nigga like I'm hard, I'm drummin' 

You got me, eh, don't let these 16 shots get atcha 

(Blah) 

Because underachiever is soon believer don't