What's Up Songtext
von Clipse

For my hustlers, play the part, I′m a smuggler
Dish it to my jugglers, get it out to the customers
645CI, them hoes loving us
But I felt the top would smother us
So I got the roof transplanted so now that the sun's touching us
Blessed the inside with the coach leather to comfort us
Sitting on blades like Shaq′s shoes, it's abunderous
Came a long way from the thing for twenty-five-five
Taped up under the muffler
Moving with my Southerner niggas that rep they hood
Putting on they strugglers
I get it, I grab it, I cook it, I move it, I sell it
See it, I cop it, I drop it, I chrome it, I shell it
I unveil it, I switch lanes, left hand turn
Burn baby burn, nights watch the arm, tail it
Compliment it, the drummers sell is augmented
Still says classy no matter what the frost in it


SL be the coupe (Coupe), roof off the drop (Drop)
Neck out the top, look at me jackin' the box (Yes)
You actin′ a lot, you ain′t Big, you ain't Pac
And we only respect J Prince for rappin′ a lot
Your reign on the top, never quote him, I ain't know him
If you ain′t kissed his mama, how the fuck you ride for him?
You dick-eating niggas probably wish you'd die for him
And I admire his work, but I ain′t never cry for him
Hoping the dead blow him up, maybe this'll blow him up
Hundred fifty K every time Pusha showing up
Shimmering hands, shimmering band, I'm Glimmer Man
Chain star-studded like it′s Viva La Glam
You niggas jackass like Viva La Bam
Looked down upon like Chris did to Shan
I′m one thousand grams, wrap me in Saran
Label me landlord, I keep keys in my hand

This ain't shit but vicious visits
Just nod to how we living, listen
Black cards is in position, shifting
Gears on this money mission, get with it
What′s up? What's up? What′s up? (Re-Up)
What's up? What′s up? What's up? (Re-Up, Re-Up)
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what's up? (Re-Up)
R-E-U-P (Re-Up, Re-Up)


Picture me rolling, Glock that I′m holding, popping you open
Stopping the joke, your shit drop in your colon
Piss in your denim, this is your ending
Couldn′t prevent it, bitch, it's a whammy, fuckboy
You know what′s up, boy, them C's galore
Cold-hearted, I could freeze velour
Make you breathe no more
I take hearts like the Reaper′s kiss
But it's this heat I′ma greet you with, "How ya doing?"
Stop the movement, I'm a mood swing reactor
If you blink wrong, I'ma clap ya
Applaud your squad, standing ovation
Abroad the score, no hesitation
Show me a idiot, I′ll show you demonstration
Easy evaporation, MC annihilation
I′m tired of waiting, all the faking, so I'm taking
No conversation needed, you see it′s blatant

Introducing the Re-Up Gang, the montage
The renaissance, the rebirth, the avant-garde
Chopard the arm, the cars the ménage
Still with the whip, follow the brick, I am Oz
Oh yes, the wizardry, fire to pot chemistry
The coke call straight to they soul like a ministry
Like it or not, we kick in the door, we jiggin' the lock
And still toss a big in the pot
Cop the sorbet straight from Jorge
Jack of all trades, even mastered the gourmet (Uh)
Plus the price got the street tongue in cheek
Cook it ′til it's al dente, mwah, magnifique
Black card the era, we got it in the bag
Y′all niggas ain't a factor like Trinidad's jab
I′m back like Zab, re-up the venture
Recite these ghetto hymns and regard ′em as scripture, nigga

This ain't shit but vicious visits
Just nod to how we living, listen
Black cards is in position, shifting
Gears on this money mission, get with it
What′s up? What's up? What′s up? (Re-Up)
What's up? What′s up? What's up? (Re-Up, Re-Up)
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what's up? (Re-Up)
R-E-U-P (Re-Up, Re-Up)

Niggas know the lyrical molesting is taking place
Fucking with Sincere P, it ain′t safe
Drop-head coupe with the new paper plates
Ostrich creams or them new gator Bapes
And niggas be acting brand new like an opening
Fucking headache, don′t make them get the steel motoring
The heart of a marksman is cold like Minnesota winter
And he's broke, so he therefore wants to spend like Oprah spend
So you gon′ be hard or you gon' play chocha then?
Maybe you should just refocus and not approach us then
′Cause it's gon′ be more than just a blow across the chin
Separate your shoe from your sole like a moccasin
Your soul float up, you look down like, "Really?
'Cause I'm so sharp, so icy like the penguin Chilly Willy"
So glittery, but he ain′t know my position, see?
Hit him with the clip, it went brrp with a fifty piece
See, I′m a nice guy, I would've rewrote history
Boy car flippin′ like chicken just like rotisserie
That's fucked up, that shit gets to me, huh?

This ain′t shit but vicious visits
Just nod to how we living, listen
Black cards is in position, shifting
Gears on this money mission, get with it
What's up? What′s up? What's up?