Watcha Gonna Do? Songtext
von Stereo MC’s

Earrings in my ear and rings on my finger
Do a lot of singing but I ain′t no singer

Make a lot of sense and it turns in the paper

Sucker poppin' shit, I′ll deal with him later
Brother Baby Bam control the situator
My mellow Uncle Sam is on the crossfader
So I keep it goin', I keep it steady flowin'
And when I do my showin′, everybody′s knowin'
The Jungle Brother Baby Bam don′t bullshit
I just grab the microphone and get a full grip

I tell a sucka MC to button up his lip
And if he try to get fly, I just have to flip
On an ego trip, I won't hurt nobody
I just snatch his shit and rock the party
Microphone check, a one two, one two
Here′s a funky little beat, now what you gonna do?


I'd like to say a few words ′bout the birds and bees
Send out a prayer on my bended knees
I said freeze, all you undertakers
Biting holes like alligators
Please, all you money makers
The end of the line is sooner than later
Release, give peace

Let the violence cease, can we get some release?
So I wait for the rhythm 'cause ultimately
It's gonna get to you as it gets to me

Like voodoo, cueing up a new brew
Bring it to you, sounding cool and brand new
Rhymes are a tool to school and break rules
Here′s something to chew, now what you gonna do?

Well, some like it hot and some like it when the heat is on

So when I throw it on, they say "Keep it on"
Tell my DJ to throw the big speakers on
And then I proceed to tell you what′s going on
Right and exact for the Brothers in black
And for those who can rap but ain't saying jack, huh
I turned a new leaf so if you got beef
I′ll leave you on the floor laying next to your teeth
See, everything I do has got to be funky


Rap is a drug and I'm a hip hop junkie
Give me a fix and I′ll be straight
Give me a fix before it's too late
So if you′re feeling sad and you're feeling blue
Here's a funky little beat, now what you gonna do?

Well, brace yourself ′cause here we come
Hold tight to your chair and get ready to run
To some place that′s safer if you feel shaky
And dwell upon just how you've been done
Some think all that matters is the price of your shoes
Or if your name′s in the book of who is who
Well, my shoes ain't shiny but my rhymes are timely
One two, it′s new, it's just time to say "Phew"
What more can I say ′cept we don't play

The waves we send are gonna turn your hair grey
And make you move 'cause the time has come
For the sound of New York to link with London
Where I flew from on the wings of a dove
The pieces fit like a hand in a glove
Brother, sister, father, mother, now I see

Some things in life are just meant to be
So here′s a duet with a jungle step
As we trek down alleys to the place we met
With vibes working up as a team
Like a machine but with a beat not lean
′Cause I don't really need automation
To keep my fingers on the pulse that′s pacing

Dance to the drummer's beat that is racing
With a touch of grace that is truly amazing
Never to be outdone, outrun, or overcome
Africa coming up like the rising sun

And now it′s done, my rhyme is through

I'll be back but for now, what you gonna do?