Jayo Felony F Method Man And Dmx Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics

Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics

Chorus* 

 I say 

 I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it, 

 I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo (2x) 

 wha-wha wha-wha whaaat 

  

 *Jayo Felony* 

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

 When Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw music 

 With Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loop 

 Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke 

 When Im in Miama I go to scoop Luke 

 To see the peep show and hit the 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 is to the fruit 

 Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof 

 Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat 

 Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex 

 And now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecks 

 Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex 

 S.D., Jersey we getting more sex 

 flow next 

 go next 

  

 *Chorus* 

  

 *Hook* 

 Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood 

 Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh (2x) 

  

 *Method Man* 

 If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep 

 I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street 

 Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh? 

 Kickin dust as I bust, .... 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 ... 

 Real shit hotness 

 Run wit my niggas that aint got shit 

 Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit 

 One time, out for mine, but cant stop it 

 Trying to keep they hands in my pocket 

 So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic 

 Leave the crop scene spotless 

 Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic 

 Niggas, synchronize your watches 

 We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo 

 Mr. meth, (DMX!) 

 Im running loco 

 motherfucker 

 *Chorus* 

  

 *Hook* 

  

 *DMX* 

 I got a wicked flow and Im gonna kick it yo 

 Feel the pressure 

 Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser 

 Niggas hit me with the best shit then what 

 I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go ... 

 Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing 

 Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something 

 I got more homies than an esse, but lets say 

 I couldnt talk you wouldnt 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 fuckin strange   

 Best to be ducking range 

 Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain 

 I break niggaz 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 doesnt mind doing time 

  

 *Chorus* 

  

 *Hook