Plies was born Algernod Lanier Washington on July 1, 1976, in Fort Myers, Florida and grew up in Cape Coral, Florida. While at Fort Myers Senior High School, he played in the football team, was crowned Homecoming King, and was named the "Best Dressed" student of his class. He attended Miami University for a year and played in its basketball team, then transferred to the University of Central Florida for sophomore year and dropped out. In the late 1990s, Plies and his stepbrother Ronnell Lawrence Lavatte, also known as Big Gates, established an independent record label, Big Gates Records. Although Plies initially refused to rap, after a demonstration for one of his artists, Big Gates decided to keep Plies' verse on the track "Tell Dem Krackers Dat". Big Gates and Plies promoted the single and traveled many times to Miami, which eventually led to a deal for Plies on Slip-n-Slide Records. Plies's girlfriend Brandy Lacole Lyons gave birth to a son, Nijier Lanier Washington, at the University Community Hospital in Tampa, Florida on October 20, 2003. After signing to Slip-n-Slide in 2004, Plies released several mixtapes.
On July 2, 2006, after a shooting at a Gainesville, Florida nightclub, Plies was charged with illegal possession of a concealed weapon, and members of his entourage were charged with attempted murder. The shooting, in which 5 people were injured, started after Plies' microphone was cut off for Lil' Boosie to perform, after Plies' performance ran over time. According to the promoter Jonathan Smith, Plies became "enraged". A fight began with fists and shouting, and ended with at least six rounds of bullets being fired.
F**k U Gon' Do Bout It
Plies Lyrics
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For some reason tonight I feel like
I can do what da fuck I wanna do
[Chorus x2]
Yea, I'm drunk plus I'm vibin'
Pistol in my pocket and I'm wildin'
Got all my jewelry on and I'm clownin'
Got money, I can buy bottles
Keep one in the head this big forty
Take somethin' from me, I'm gon' off 'em
Fuckin' with me, it's gon' cost 'em
No, no, I ain't on blue dolphins
Yea, yea, the 'gnac got me talkin'
The big 'gar in my mouth keep me coughin'
'N all this cash keep me flossin'
Jewelry on, can't keep these hos off me
Caked up, look how I'm walkin'
Fuck-nigga, cross me, I'm gon' spark 'em
Made-nigga, look how I'm bossin'
[Chorus]
Four stacks, I can get you killed
Real nigga, that's how I'm built
Stop waitin', I do not slip
Flaggin', will get you flipped
Choppa, ain't sold them there
Don't like me, I don't care
Care for what, I'ma millionaire
Tight jeans, somethin' I don't wear
Pistol, can't fit it in there
Fuck-niggas, somethin' I don't spare
Pussy, smells in the air
Stay strapped, go anywhere
[Chorus]
Yea, nigga I am him
No, I don't fuck wit' them
Rob me, naw, that's slim
'Cause goons, I got plenty them
Forty, knock off yo' limbs
Head shots, aimin' at yo brim
Fuck them niggas, I don't fear 'em
Kill that nigga when I see 'em
Money, buy one of you niggas
Ridin' with finga on my trigga
Sleep wit' a hand on my pistol
Made me kill one of you niggas
[Chorus]
The lyrics to Plies's song "F**k U Gon' Do Bout It" are a brash and unapologetic declaration of power, wealth, and self-confidence. The song opens with Plies admitting that he feels emboldened and free to do whatever he wants. He proceeds to list all the ways in which he is unassailable: he's drunk, he's carrying a pistol, he's wearing expensive jewelry, and he's surrounded by women who are drawn to his wealth and status. Plies makes it clear that he is not to be messed with, and challenges anyone who disagrees to try and stop him.
The chorus of the song is a repeated taunt: "What da fuck you gon do about it?" It's a rhetorical question, of course, since Plies knows that no one can really do anything to stop him. He has the power, the money, and the weapons to protect himself and to intimidate anyone who might try to cross him.
The verses of the song reinforce Plies's swagger and status. He boasts that he can buy bottles of expensive liquor, and threatens to kill anyone who tries to take his money or his possessions. He also uses slang terms to suggest that he is high on drugs, and that he has a disregard for conventional rules and norms. Plies's rhymes are aggressive, confident, and confrontational, and the overall effect of the song is to project an image of someone who is untouchable and invincible.
Line by Line Meaning
Iono, bra
I don't know, man.
For some reason tonight I feel like
For some reason tonight, I feel like
I can do what da fuck I wanna do
I can do whatever I want.
Yea, I'm drunk plus I'm vibin'
I'm drunk and feeling good.
Pistol in my pocket and I'm wildin'
I have a gun and I'm acting crazy.
Got all my jewelry on and I'm clownin'
I'm wearing all my expensive jewelry and showing off.
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it
What are you going to do about it?
Got money, I can buy bottles
I have money to buy expensive bottles of alcohol.
Keep one in the head this big forty
I have a loaded .40 caliber gun.
Take somethin' from me, I'm gon' off 'em
If someone tries to take something from me, I'll kill them.
Fuckin' with me, it's gon' cost 'em
If someone messes with me, they'll face consequences.
No, no, I ain't on blue dolphins
I'm not on any drugs.
Yea, yea, the 'gnac got me talkin'
I'm talking more because of the cognac.
The big 'gar in my mouth keep me coughin'
The large cigar in my mouth is making me cough.
'N all this cash keep me flossin'
All this money is making me show off.
Jewelry on, can't keep these hos off me
Because of my jewelry, girls are attracted to me.
Caked up, look how I'm walkin'
I have a lot of money and I'm walking confidently.
Fuck-nigga, cross me, I'm gon' spark 'em
If someone disrespects me, I'll shoot them.
Made-nigga, look how I'm bossin'
I'm successful and in charge.
Four stacks, I can get you killed
I can pay $4,000 to have someone killed.
Real nigga, that's how I'm built
I'm a real and tough guy.
Stop waitin', I do not slip
I don't hesitate and I don't make mistakes.
Flaggin', will get you flipped
If you disrespect me, I'll retaliate.
Choppa, ain't sold them there
I don't sell weapons.
Don't like me, I don't care
I don't care if you don't like me.
Care for what, I'ma millionaire
Why should I care? I'm a millionaire.
Tight jeans, somethin' I don't wear
I don't wear tight jeans.
Pistol, can't fit it in there
I can't fit my gun in tight jeans.
Fuck-niggas, somethin' I don't spare
I don't tolerate disrespectful guys.
Pussy, smells in the air
The smell of women's genitals is noticeable.
Stay strapped, go anywhere
I carry a gun with me anywhere I go.
Yea, nigga I am him
I'm the real deal.
No, I don't fuck wit' them
I don't associate with certain people.
Rob me, naw, that's slim
It's unlikely someone will rob me.
'Cause goons, I got plenty them
I have many tough guys on my side.
Forty, knock off yo' limbs
My .40 caliber gun can do serious damage.
Head shots, aimin' at yo brim
I'm a good shot and can aim for your head.
Fuck them niggas, I don't fear 'em
I don't fear anyone who disrespects me.
Kill that nigga when I see 'em
I'll kill anyone who disrespects me, if I see them.
Money, buy one of you niggas
I have enough money to buy someone's loyalty.
Ridin' with finga on my trigga
I'm riding with my finger on the trigger of my gun.
Sleep wit' a hand on my pistol
I sleep with my hand on my gun.
Made me kill one of you niggas
Someone forced me to kill one of their people.
[Chorus x2]
Repeat. It's the hook of the song.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Ronell Levatte, Alex Martin, Algernod Washington
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