Ooh, Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics - Down With The King - Run D.m.c.

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 Imma pull my jammy out and Imma 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 

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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 red line, 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 

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Now mic check and respect, come correct and I can protect 

You never knew, 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 [Incomprehensible] 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