Monifah - Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics
Featuring femme fatale and rufus blaq[femme fatale]You done *****ed up with this *****Nigga lucked up with mama warbucksLeft you stuck with the cluck-clucksNo allowin, been down since the brown trenchChemically imbalanced, no sex and head aliceKeep it moving nigga, prontoBefore you met me you was john doeTonto a.c. in a broncho, secrets only I knowLeave the premises lil man you aint paid for thisJerk off and reminisce, drop them keys, you aint paid for shitThey call me boogie, the way I love em and leave emPut some out, and deceive em,Cuz player, you the naive one *****ing with college chicksOr keep em ass bottom *****Star like astrologist, so what the problem hereNo love loss, for a second played me santa clausHurt like a man who lost maybe the shit you ran acrossFinessed it like the lord, rock candy you can affordManhood reassured, but you went overboard, what?[monifah]You cheat, you lie, you made me cryI dont really like this feelingDeprived me of sexual healing, oh noStayed out all night, you creeped insideActing like things is coolTrying to play me for your foolNow Im gonna change the rules1 - whatcha gonna doWhen I up and leave youWhos gonna bathe and feed youWhatcha gonna do when Im taking no moreWhen I change the locks to my doorWhatcha gonna do when the well runs dryWhere you gonna sleep tonightWhatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna doWhen I leave youYoure out time, cant change your mindTell me why you made me do thisBaby it was only a test and you failedNo need to ask, youre free at lastNow go on and have your funCause now mr. right one is the wrong oneAnd now you are the gone oneRepeat 1Tell me where you gonna goCause I cant taking no moreWhat you gonna doNow that we are throughWhere you gonna beCause it wont be with meWhatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do[rufus blaq]You not the average chick, you got the runaway modelI taught you how to use the glass instead of out the bottleSip dont swallow, I lead while you followRemember Im submissive to you daddy was the mottoI created the chemistry made it all officialI kept it real withcha, down to the bone gristleNever dissin you, missin you, always with youGet you from the hair salon, people stare at the donRepeat 1 until fade
