What Up?! Lyrics

Yeah...y'all know what they say

You gotta link with the homies when you pop up [Welcome back Hir-O]

Ayo, they sayin' welcome back, hero when I speed through the street

On the east freakin' these beats, fleein' fleets of police

I'm a beast, that Cochise in my speech

A shit talkin', Chris Walken...frankly, nigga, I'm the king

I don't run, but I'm D-MC, your clientele gon' connect with

Meetin' bosses I'm high as hell

With WhutUpDoe [what up doe?], told my nigga, we might as well

Hit The Fives overlookin' the city in Playa Del

[Whoa!]

Rockin' crowds without touchin' my peak

At this stage, I still feel the lust in my sleep

Adventures with the cops, juxtaposed with my flock

When we pull up in the spot, in young drug dealer chic

I never asked to be part of rap's elite

But heavy lies, the satchel by the crown in my castle

Spanish facelift, engraved in barrels to blast you

Like Sphinx, bullets riddle, anyone who pass through [ha!]

If it's lit, then we up, let them niggas discuss

In your whip, add this as a must

And if you got a fifth or a blunt go and throw that shit up

No disrespect, when I step in the cut, I say Detroit, [What up?!]

What up, what up,

517, [What up?!]

What up, what up

Bed-Stuy [What up?!]

What up, what up,

DC [What up?!]

What up, what up [ayo]

I done been to many places, some I call home

But no matter where we go, thee Impala ride on chrome [What up?!]

[What up?!] what up, what up,

[What up?!] what up, what up

[Hunh!] I'm sayin' in these times, well at least it's some

It's a lot of new rappers tryin' to sound like JYoung [What up?!]

Prolific mic buster, gat shooter

Flows off the dome like Zapruder... a nightmare [What up?!]

Cause I'm half man, half Kruger

Freddie's dead, I was strong enough to push him off the ledge [What up?!]

And it was written like hieroglyphics imported

From shores fit with women that's badder than Shannon Thornton [What up?!]

I'll pull Miss Mississip', introduce to Mrs. Smith

And write the costs off as a business trip [What up?!]

Poppin' bottles at the grotto, while models carry weight in different shades

Like it's Bono or Luis Lujano

Like Paid in Full is the motto, plus the fact I'm truly player

And I'm draped in Lumiere [What up?!]

Smooth as tap dance by Fred Astaire

Whether camera flash or mean mug, respect the glare! [What up?!]

Hate when I was on the rise, claimin' they run the city

Now all them niggas got a 9-to-5 [What up?!]

And I do too, but still spit that beaucoup

Mix of George Jackson, drip of Nas spittin' Hoodoo

And who knew? I'd exist among the who's who

Where Rhodes Scholars and real niggas salute you [What up?!]

It's my soul and resilience, call home as a witness

Throw stones from a throne with my Mrs.

If it's lit, then we up, let them niggas discuss

In your whip, add this as a must

And if you got a fifth or a blunt go and throw that shit up

No disrespect, when I step in the cut, I say Detroit, [What up?!]

What up, what up,

517, [What up?!]

What up, what up

Bed-Stuy [What up?!]

What up, what up,

DC [What up?!]

What up, what up [ayo]

I done been to many places, some I call home

But no matter where we go, thee Impala ride on chrome [What up?!]

[What up?!] what up, what up,

[What up?!] what up, what up

Let's ride out, uh!