VERSE 1
Well it’s that same question that I’ll bet y’all ask all the time when you see people act ignorant, stupid and blind. They losing their mind; acting rude, crude and unkind. Have you all disgusted like you saw some puke from a swine. It’s true and I’m fine speaking out to fools in their prime. Listen up, I spit TRUTH from the booth when I rhyme. If your ways are shady, homie then pull up the blinds. I got the Son with two scoops to help you loosen your spine. Yeah, I see a lot of cats mimicking that TV screen; (the) media deceives ya; they so needed and greedy for green. And that’s what got these kids acting so scary, well…“Parental Advisory” has just become a fairytale. To all them dead beat parents in the world, wanna know why little Jimmy does what he does to little girls? You let him explore porn before the age of four (and) now that sweet boy’s become a sweet little whore. And of course I see you preppy boys up in them suburbs thinking that y’all got everyone fooled like your mothers. You ain’t no better than them thugs on the street; pistol whipping, popping rivals off with guns over beef. Liquor sipping; yeah I see y’all rockin’ “dubs” on your Jeep. I hope that breathalyzer don’t detect the stuff on your teeth. I used to be like this too; you and I was one in the same. That’s why I’m asking you dudes when y’all start acting insane:
HOOK
WHATCHA DOIN’ MAN!? Acting like a fool on the grind…
WHATCHA DOIN’ MAN!? Breaking all the rules all the time…
WHATCHA DOIN’ MAN!? You need to stop abusing the wine
Clear your head; it’s time to sip on something new and divine
And WHATCHA DOIN’ GURL!? Acting like you lower than grime…
WHATCHA DOIN’ GURL!? Giving off promiscuous signs…
WHATCHA DOIN’ GURL!? Shawty, you’d be doing just fine
If you could only see the TRUTH cuz you are one of a kind!
VERSE 2
Half naked up in the club, shawty, you actin’ retarded. Smart, yet you shaking your booty hard as gun victims in Harlem. Pardon me if I’m “alarming” or dropping bombs on your garments but what you’ve been taught is “harmless” is harmless as, oh…….Bin Laden! Yo, stop and think for a minute, girl; them places you flocking to. It’s awful; you rockin’ suits that be having dudes stalking you! You’re opting to holler at dudes, locked in to problems with booze (who are) probably promising you a whole lot of dollars and jewels. But what you really want, shawty!? A dude who only wants to stick you and lick you up like a “lolli”(pop)? While he’s filled up w/ Bacardi?
And then push you around like you some 25 cent shopping cart from ALDI!? Whatcha doin’ gurl!? Yeah, you a “dolly”. Then you get knocked up and nine months later you a “mommy” asking “why that dude don’t call me?” “act like he never saw me?”. Well gurl, you let him ride you like a trolley around the block and you was bound to hurt at the first chance that dude had to pull down your skirt! My sisters, don’t ever forget your value and worth and to you jerks who lead them on, I’m asking YOU FIRST…
Bridge
So ask your boy “Whatcha Doin’?” when he packing that heat
Ask your boy “Whatcha Doin’?” when he traffic that weed
Ask your boy “Whatcha Doin’?”
When he’s beefing to kill or trying to come to school with ecstasy to sneak in a thrill
And ask your gurl “Whatcha Doin’?” when she’s digging for gold
Ask your gurl “Whatcha Doin’?” when she strips on a pole
Ask your gurl “Whatcha Doin’?”
When she lives in a world with some good, decent men and she’s still KISSING A GIRL