"What It Do" lyrics - JAY ROCK

[Hook-[2x]]
We gon show you mothafuckas what it do
Mix the [?] with the Grey Goose
Watch them mothafuckin niggas act a fool
[?] this is how we do

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
It's goin' down tonight, be cool
You don't wanna pay that price
Grab a girl get a drink and it's all good
Blue rags red flags, yeah it's all hood
Bitches on my hip, you're [?] when I say get 'em girl
Shit that I be drinkin' just make you just wanna shit it [?]
Shit that I be smokin' it's potent make your head spin and swirl
Cold game, yeah that pussy drippin' like a [?]
Me and Bo up in this bitch, best of both worlds
[?], disrespect and we throw slugs
Roll tough, rollin' on dubs, yeah we blow bud
Still bloods, no disrespect, yeah we still love
I need a model type chick
Need a project bitch
Who cook, clean and ride big dick
She got [?] in the face, ass in the back
And she got more curves than a racing car track
[?] at the bar sippin' on [?]
We good with the heat, we like [?]
Watts up, yeah the west is back
Jay Rock, the beast, Sounwave the track

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bo]
Catch me in the club with my air force ones
White tee, black jeans blowin' on chron
I need a bad bitch to poke on
Up in VIP head game gotta be [?]
Me and Jay what we sippin' on
If your man wanna trip, yeah I'm not the one
Baby girl, don't get me wrong
'Cause after the club I might take you home
Yeah, and make that bed rock
Watch how this young nigga man hit that twot
I'm guaranteed, to hit that spot
Nope, Bo don't eat that twot
I ain't tryin' to be your man all right
Just tryin' to have relations, so I hope that thing get tight
Yeah the night is still young and I ain't gettin' no older
So hit your boy up after the club is over

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Punch]
Yeah, we done did it again
Me and Rock 'bout to get those in, so where you at Bo
Hot lines the nicest, got the flow locked down
Like I put it in vice grips
You don't know another spitter that's like this
Call me hot lines, 'cause I got hot lines, like a psychic
The flow spittin, more better than most
Make it clap for cheddar, like first kings of the coast
If you got it then drop it
Let's see how quick you can break these pockets
The walk is sick, the talk is slick
Don't look her in the eye, she'll talk you out of your chips
Glossy lips, manicured French tip
She addicted to Punch, 'cause the flow make sense
It make sense, yeah I get that later
Bounce with me one time if you gettin' that paper

[Outro:]
It's goin' down tonight, be cool
You don't wanna pay that price
Grab a girl get a drink and it's all good
Blue rags red flags, yeah it's all hood