Jayo Felony Featuring Method Man & DMX - Whatcha Gonna Do lyrics

rate me

I say, I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

Wha-wha-what?

I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it?

When I'm in Texas, I'm bumpin' screw music

With Big Mike and Scarface with Luke Luke

Me and Lil' Crook like Bo and Luke, duke

When I'm in Miami, I go to scoop Luke

To see the peep show and hit some duke shoot

Went to Branson, back to back, Lex Coupe

Up in 'Harlem World' in my Timb boots

Two suckers had beef, so I watched them shoot

Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof

Seen T-Funk, he took us to the fruit

Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof

Mink coats and Moet, bitches dripping sweat

Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex

And now I'm bumping on East coast tape decks

Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex

S.D., Jersey, we getting more sex, flow next, go next

I say, I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

Wha-wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low ridah

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low ridah

If my niggas can't eat, then y'all niggas can't sleep

I just begun to creep, 'Nightmares on Elm Street'

Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?

Kicking dust as I bust, fuck peace

And all them crooked cops on the beat

My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet

'Til Death Do Us Part', save my bullets for the charts

With darts, like HBO watching 'After Dark'

No love for a mark, even less for a trick

That wanna be like Mike, Mike, who? My dick

Real shit, hot nicks

Run wit my niggas that ain't got shit

Pop shit and peddle poetry for profit

One time, out for mine but can't stop it

Trying to keep they hands in my pocket

So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic

Leave the crime scene spotless

Mix the green with the chocolate, here's the topic

Niggas, synchronize your watches

We going in wit nothing but a Clan logo

Mr. Meth, I'm running loco, motherfucker

(DMX)

I say, I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

Wha-wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low ridah

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low ridah

I got a wicked flow and I'm gonna kick it

Yo, feel the pressure

Snatching niggas up just like change off the dresser

Niggas hit me with the best shit then what?

I shake that bullshit off, then go nutz

I've been down too long, can't a motherfucker show me nothing

Y'all bitch niggas is ducking me like you owe me something

I got more homies than an ese but let's say

I couldn't talk, you wouldn't walk my way on your best day

The best way you can hope to get close to me

Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be

The first time you start acting fucking strange

Best to be ducking range, talking shit, wearing a fucking chain

I break niggas like promises, split 'em open like Thomas'

And sell more drugs than a pharmacist

Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme, a long history of violent crime

Attitude that doesn't mind doing time

I say, I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

Wha-wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low ridah

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low ridah