Tuesday, April 13, 2010

What You Gonna Do

Background: My best friend's little sister made up the chorus to this song. I imagined it as the perfect teeny-bopper pop song, so I attempted to write the rest of it. There's two versions, apparently...

Version 1

Well, I don’t really care

But I live and all you do is stare

Am I really that hot? (you know, girl)

Or do you think I grow pot? (Mary Jane!)

Look at me - still not caring

I’ll do what I like - yeah, I’m daring

But all you throwing at me is haterade and criticism

I’m about to go Jewish and give your face a circumcism



‘Cause, man, I never did nothing to you

Yeah, I wil’ out, but I keep it strictly with my crew

Just minding my own business

Listen up, ‘cause I don’t want you to miss this

Okay, yeah, I might step out a line

But it’s all worth it, man, ‘cause I’m having one gonch of a time


You try so hard to really get me down

But I’m not trying at all and look at me now


What you gonna do about me now?

What you gonna think about me now?

I’m gonna do it


What you gonna do about me now?

What you gonna think about me now?

I’m gonna think it


I’m out, y’all - can’t keep my mouth shut

And you can’t keep yours shut

muttering on about stupid stuff

Like how already sick of me

Well, I’m sick of you giving me grief

Just save it for the funeral, please


Think I can’t see past your so-called subtleties?

Every single thing you do is a personal attack against me

Hey - not my fault that my life’s going smoother than yours

I keep it chaste and you’re living it up as a whore (yeah, I went there!)


I’ve managed to fly though you wanna drag me down

If I’m the grade A beef then you’re just a dairy cow


What you gonna do about me now?

What you gonna think about me now?

I’m gonna do it


What you gonna do about me now?

What you gonna think about me now?

I’m gonna do it.


Repeat.


Slow it down dramatically and mystically.


You keep on shooting shots but they won’t hit at all

You protest - but I still proudly yell out my call

Your hating gets old, Why don’t you drop it, doll?

You can keep on trying but I’m gonna keep on standing tall


Version 2

Well, I don’t really care

But I live and all you do is stare

Am I really that hot? (you know, girl)

Or do you think I grow pot? (Mary Jane!)

Look at me - still not caring

I’ll do what I like - yeah, I’m daring


Just minding my own business

Listen up, ‘cause I don’t want you to miss this

Okay, yeah, I might step out a line

But it’s all worth it, man, ‘cause I’m having one gonch of a time


You try so hard to really get me down

But I’m not trying at all and look at me now

What you gonna do about me now?

What you gonna think about me now?

I’m gonna do it


What you gonna do about me now?

What you gonna think about me now?

I’m gonna think it


I can’t keep my mouth shut

And you can’t keep yours shut

muttering on about stupid stuff

Well, just shut the gonch up


Say you’re already sick of me

Well, I’m sick of you trying to have beef

Think I can’t see past your so-called subtleties?

Every single thing you do is a personal attack against me


I’m gonna ahead and shut this door

‘Cause I can’t deal with you no more

Just hatin’ ‘cause I do my life flyer than yours

You livin’ like some ol’ bore


I’ve managed to fly though you wanna drag me down

If I’m the grade A beef then you’re just a stupid ol’ dairy cow


What you gonna do about me now?

What you gonna think about me now?

I’m gonna do it


What you gonna do about me now?

What you gonna think about me now?

I’m gonna do it.


Repeat.


Slow it down dramatically and mystically.


You keep on shooting shots but they won’t hit at all

You protest - but I still proudly yell out my call

Your hating gets old, Why don’t you drop it, doll?

You can get short all you want but I’m gonna keep on standing tall


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