- Votes:
- Composers:
- James Edward Alexander
- Larry Charles Dodson
- Allen Alvoid Jr. Jones
- Winston Allen Stewart
- Michael Edward Beard
- Charles Leonard Allen
- Harvey Joe Henderson
- Lloyd Ed Smith
- Frank C. Thompson
- David Marvin Blake
- Jason Lewis
- Gregory E. Jacobs
- Humphrie
 
- See also:
Dj Quik - Do Whutcha Want lyrics
[Humpty Hump]
 This time keep doin it
 Lil mo character, Quik say
 A lil mo character
 Doin it like .. yo, whassup, E?
 Whoo! Esinchill E, AMG
 Quik, Money-B, Shock G
 How many my homeboys we got in here?
 [Chorus x2]
 Do what you want to, do it everyone!
 Do what you want to, let's have some fun!
 [Humpty Hump]
 Don't stop what you're doing, this time keep doing it
 But do it harder, the whole party oughtta
 Act like fools, let's break all the rules
 We should, I'm feeling how you looking: good!
 Tonite's the nite, I gotta get to know ya
 Tonite's the nite, I got things to show ya
 Tonite's the nite we got heat from Quik-ola
 Yo, who slipped the mickey in my soda?!
 [DJ Quik]
 Maybe I did cause you was acting square
 (Humpty Hump: Thank you!)
 Yeah, you welcome, Hump, now let me flat-iron my hair
 Cause I'm busy like a worker drone
 I'll leave some nectar in they honeycomb
 Break my stinger off and then I'm gone
 I buzz away, fly fly, never die
 Hit a cloud of smoke above your city, now I'm high high
 My homey, Money-B, if you're ready to clown
 Let em feel the freaky world of the Underground
 [Money B]
 Puff on that stuff
 Take a few more swigs of the Henn-du
 Don't trip, we got gin too
 And if you ever been to a DU skit
 You ain't go no choice, you getting lit
 And getting hit, or get greasy like the wind is
 We in this to win this, off the hinges
 Spin this, you know we clowning on the cut
 That's why your mama ain't go no teeth, she sport buttons (?)
 Dj Quik - Do Whutcha Want - http://motolyrics.com/dj-quik/do-whutcha-want-lyrics.html
 [Chorus x2]
 [Esinchill]
 It ain't nothing like tracks from DJ Quik
 Word to you other brothers playing the lick
 We staying with hits, playing the clip now so get down
 Tell me how my click sound, just look who I'm with now
 Quik, AMG, yeah, and DU still
 A fifth stay in me just for me to build
 The momentum, mo venom in em and got hoes sinning
 Hoes, stay juiced in your laced boots and daisy duke denims
 [AMG]
 If I sip too much I'm a hurl a lot
 If I find a freak I'm a hit the cot
 And I'm looking for perfection, lifestyle's for erections
 Is this the nice ass section?
 Call me the freak of the week with the hump of the month
 AMG is a gigolo looking for stunts
 Doing with the DU and it's a must
 That I'm riding that ass until the rubber bust
 I said rubber bust!
 [Humpty Hump]
 Rubber bust?
 [AMG]
 I said rubber bust, help me out with rubber bust
 [Humpty Hump]
 You ain't heard from me since the first chorus
 So something, I'm getting hoarse
 Yo, I'm too faded to flow, but I'm on the go
 DJ Quik, you done slipped me a mickey
 Ain't nothing changed, we still doing whutchyalike
 Mon, come here and kick it like you did in rehearsals
[Chorus]
 [Humpty Hump (over chorus)]
 Everybody sing, come on!
 Yeah, do it till it can't be done
 Let's have some fun
 Yeah, putting it down for the year 2000
 We a little ahead of ourselves tonight
 Do who ya like









