Listen to Whatcha Gonna Do (feat. Method Man & DMX) by Jayo Felony

Whatcha Gonna Do (feat. Method Man & DMX)

Jayo Felony

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

Uh, uh What, what Yeah, yeah (uh) Uh-huh uh, uh Uh-huh uh, uh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh I say I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it? I can give it to you but what you gon' do? I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it? I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what? I can give it to ya, but what you gonna do with it? When I'm in Texas I'm bumpin' screw music With Big Mike and Scarface with Luke 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 coup 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 Moët, bitches drippin' sweat Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex (Master, Master Flex) And now I'm bumpin' on East Coast tape decks Went from Swatch to the platinum Rolex SD, Jersey we getting more sex Flow next Go next I said I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it? I can give it to you but what you gon' do? I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it? I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what? I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider Oh, my niggas can't eat, then y'all niggas can't sleep I just begun to peep nightmares on Elm street Release from Jones beach to south beach, capeesh? Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace And all them crooked cops on the beat (yeah) My niggas bring the funk like your grandpa feet (word) 'Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts (baow) With darts, like HBO watching after dark (uh) No love for a mark, even less for a trick That want to be like Mike, Mike who my (my dick) Real shit hotness 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 Tryna 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 nothing but a clan logo Mr. Meth (Mr. Meth), DMX and Bullet Loco, motherfuckers (motherfuckers) I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it? I can give it to you but what you gon' do? I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it? I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what? I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider Uh, uh, uh I got a wicked flow and I'ma kick it, yo Feel the pressure Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser (uh-huh) Niggas hit me with they best shit then what I shake that bullshit off, then go nuts (what?) I've been down too long, can't a motherfucker show me nothing Y'all bitch niggas is duckin' me like you owe me something (c'mon, c'mon) I got more homies than an esse, but let's say (uh, uh, uh) I couldn't talk, you wouldn't walk my way on your best day (what, what?) The best way you can hope to get close to me Is right here under my wing like you supposed to be The first time you start acting fuckin' strange (uh) Best to be in ducking range Talkin' shit wearing a fuckin' chain (c'mon, c'mon) I break niggas like promises Split 'em open like Thomas' And sell more drugs than a pharmacist (uh) Strapped with nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime (what, what?) Attitude that doesn't mind doing time I said I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it? I can give it to you but what you gon' do? I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it? I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what? I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider, rider (rider, rider) Uh-huh uh, uh Uh-huh uh, uh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh (what?) Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh (Uh-huh uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh)
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Clifford Smith, James Savage, L. Russell Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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