Whatcha Gonna Do

Lyrics

[Hook: Jayo Felony] I said I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do wit' it? I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do? I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do wit' it? I can give it to ya, but wha-wha wha-wha what? [Verse 1: Jayo Felony] 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, we loop-loop 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 suckas had beef, so I watched them shoot Called up Benny Rat, copped the bullet proof Seen T-Funk, he took us to the fruit Then he went to The Tunnel and brought down the roof Mink coats and Moët, bitches drippin' sweat Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex And now I'm bumpin' on East Coast tape decks Went from Swatch to the platinum Rolex S.D., Jersey — we gettin' mo' sex Flow next, go next [Hook: Jayo Felony] I said I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do wit' it? I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do? I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do wit' it? I can give it to ya, but wha-wha wha-wha what? I'm too sexy for my muthafuckin' hood! I'm too sexy for my muthafuckin lowrider! I'm too sexy for my muthafuckin' hood! I'm too sexy for my muthafuckin lowrider! [Verse 2: Method Man] Oh, my niggas can't eat? Then y'all niggas can't sleep! I've just begun to creep, Nightmares on Elm Street Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capisce? Kickin' 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 apart, save my bullets for the charts with darts Like HBO, watchin' '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 Tryin' 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 goin' in With nothin' but a Clan logo Mr. Meth, (DMX!) and Bullet Loco, motherfuckers! [Chorus: Jayo Felony] I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do with it? I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do? I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do with it? I can give it to ya, but wha-wha wha-wha what? I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood! I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin lowrider! I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood! I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin lowrider! [Verse 3: DMX] Uh.. uh.. uh.. I got a wicked flow and I'ma kick it, yo, feel the pressure (Uh) Snatchin' niggas up, just like change off the dresser (Uh-huh) Niggas hit me with they best shit, then what?! I shake that bullshit off (Arggh!! Arggh!!) Then go nut (What!) I been down too long (What!) Can't a motherfucker show me nuttin' (Uh) Ya'll bitch niggas is duckin' me like you owe me somethin' (Come on!) I got more homes than an ése, but lets say (Uh) I couldn't talk (Uh), you wouldn't walk (Uh) my way on your best day (What!) The best way you can hope (What!) to get close to me (Grrrrrrrr!) Is right here under my wing, like you supposed to be (Grrrrrrrr!) The first time you start actin' fuckin' strange (Uh) Best to be in duckin' range, talkin' shit, weighin' a buck and change (Come on! Come on!) I break niggas like promises Split 'em open like Thomas's and sell more drugs than a pharmacist (Uh) Strapped with nothin' but a rhyme, a long history of violent crime Attitude that doesn't mind doin' time [Hook: Jayo Felony] I said I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do wit' it? I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do? I can give it to ya, but whatcha gon' do wit' it? I can give it to ya, but wha-wha wha-wha what? I'm too sexy for my muthafuckin' hood! I'm too sexy for my muthafuckin lowrider! I'm too sexy for my muthafuckin' hood! I'm too sexy for my muthafuckin lowrider!