[Skeeter talking] Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop I wanna a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur A ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out Right now we looking for all the that got out back Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on
- Katrina] Whatever you bout, I'm that you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just be right where you at (I wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout Whatever you on, I'm on Whatever you wanna do, I wanna be right where you at
1 - Jermaine Dupri] Uh, all around the world girls about me Ridin' up and old N-A-T Plates on the say Don Chi Chi Hat bent, black Bent, so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin' J.D., same game again Out here hoes like Cham-ber-lin And I love it when they let me come bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress No, you going, no, where you been No you at, no, who you wit (Uh)
[JD and Care free very hoe, that's what I prefer (Say what) let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her
And come on and work it on me, like it's all you Play at your own risk, girl hugs and (Kissing sound) Baby it up like dice Nasty and naughty, exotic and Home alone, hit me on that Nextel J. on the other end, she waiting to Cop a L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back She got of me, bangin' in that back So we gon', laze up, in my And lock up for days in a room the pink thong to the West (West) Prepare to insert bong in ya chest And get of smoke just like Chris-tian List-en, I forgot to men-tion Ain't no shit bumpin' this one Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I you saying
[Chorus - you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right you at (I just wanna have fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout you on, I'm on that Whatever you do, I just wanna be right where you at
[R.O.C. talking w/ 2 lines of chorus] Yeah we on that, do it, uh
2 - R.O.C.] Lord knows, flows, I expose Hoes, get 'em right out of they Never knew she was so Fuckin, suckin' discussing lunch and her girlfriend, how I bangs it in For seven, four, O, I, L, N Head so compellin', I'm Every nigga I know then I'm bailin' Soon as I one, then I'm choosin' A new one, so never no confusion My solution, is One I require, this kids Retails, mines, females, Heartbreaks, yours, broads divorced But of course, now if you what I'm bout bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house
[Nate I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya I pass on the you can suck it and step Swallow all the juice until it nothin' left She ain't that fine, but she it the best riders, do what they want Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to We never hesitate to give 'em just what want I'm in the ATL, baby don't front She I got a girl, whatever She knows I her girl, whatever She knows a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever) She knows I be her man, whatever riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D. Oooooh, T-I-G riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C. Oooooh, the best you'll ever see