Whatta You Know Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Whatta You Know Lyrics

    [Whatta you know?] (3x)

    B-Real:
    Whatta you know? The nigga stole my dough
    So I reached in the closet for the 4-4
    [Whatta you know?] Jus' hold on, just wait a minute
    It's gone, along with my big bad nickel-plated
    Whatta you know? The fucker took my phone
    I still can't believe that he robbed my home!
    Whatta you know? I think he got to the herb
    And the ferria, and the jewlery, and the Mausberg
    Whatta you know? I can't find my keys to the 6-5
    All the way live on D's
    Whatta you know? I can't find my Rolex
    With the 21 diamonds, shinin' on flecks
    Whatta 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 baller
    For the dollar and the weed sack, and his I'mpala!
    Whatta you think, when you can't trust your so-called homie
    Like me, and you thought that you know me?
    Whatta you feel, when you're lookin' in the closet
    And the gat's gone, and so is your cellular phone?
    Whatta you know? I took your loot and the jewels
    With the buddah and the laptop in the nickel-plated tool!
    Whatta you know? Now I run the show
    With the phat pockets and the nigga's fly gold
    Wahtta you think, when ya ass gets jacked
    By a homie who was supposed to have your back?

    B-Real:
    Whatta you know? I'm rollin' in my zone
    And I think I see the puto who rigged my home
    [Whatta you think?] I got the glock in the glove
    Should I dump on the man, leave him lying in the mud?
    Wahtta you know? He pulled out my 4-4
    Now 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 question
    Forty-five slug is bad for your complexion
    [Whatta you know?] The puto's cryin' like a bitch
    Now 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)

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