Whatcha Gonna Do (feat. Redman, WC & Mack 10) [Remix]

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 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

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!

Oh, my **** can't eat? Then y'all **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 — ****, synchronize your watches, we goin' in

With nothin' but a Clan logo

Mr. Meth, (DMX!) and Bullet Loco, motherfuckers!

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!

Uh.. uh.. uh..

I got a wicked flow and I'ma kick it, yo, feel the pressure (Uh)

Snatchin' **** up, just like change off the dresser (Uh-huh)

**** 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 **** 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 **** 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

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!