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Ooh, Watcha Gonna Do
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Run-DMC
Run-DMC
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl McDaniels
Darryl McDaniels
Songwriter
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Songwriter
Gary Rinaldo
Gary Rinaldo
Songwriter
Joseph Simmons
Joseph Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Kevin Thomas
Kevin Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do A vain from my brain means I'm causin em pain Comin rough with the stuff that's just a part of the game The rhymes have been hard since the start of the jam So I'ma pull my jammy out and I'ma murder the man Bust a rap like a cap, put a hole in your soul Take the trigger then you figured that I'm losin control I go loco with the vocals, yo goes the chokehold And I broke those pros with the dope flows I slow rolls, NO I don't smoke those Leave the blunts for the punks in front rows I said mine, headline or deadline You see redline, here comes your bedtime I lay it down, lay it low Now I'm off and runnin on some new rhyme flow I flex break necks bust tecs mic checks son Fill you full of lead and now get ready for the next one Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Now mic check and respect, come correct, and I can protect You never knew (DJ who?) DJ Run'll wreck Hard, God, may be dope you never knew me nope Where you been your hand is sendin DOWN, can you really cope? Forever makin and breakin it and cold wreckin it As for my title it's vital, you're never TAKIN it I throw a stand across the stage and you'll get BUCKED down Like Kris-One said, I fly a head you better _Duck Down_ I sold good and then plenty like? Charlie said Like Mike I glove it you love it and now it's for my bread It's goin down on the mound watch a nigga pitch Bang your thang and hang your damn NECKS, now you gettin it I see them go, and come, cause what they pumpin weak And now I'm flippin the script and they can hardly speak I bust a nut then run amuck all on a sucker COOL Now whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?! Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Ooh, whatcha gonna do Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked.
Writer(s): Joseph Ward Simmons, Gary J. Rinaldo, Hank Shocklee, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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