Lirik Lagu Whatcha Gonna Do - Jayo Felony
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featuring Method Man & DMX
*Chorus*I sayI can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit itI 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 itWhen Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw musicWith Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loopMe and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke dukeWhen Im in Miama I go to scoop LukeTo see the peep show and hit the duke shootWent to Branson, back to back, Lex coupUp in "Harlem World" in my Timb bootsTwo suckers had beef so I watched them shootCalled up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proofSeen T-Funk he took is to the fruitThen he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roofMink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweatSlang a cassette to Funkmaster FlexAnd now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecksWent from Swatch to platinum RolexS.D., Jersey we getting more sexflow nextgo next
*Chorus*
*Hook*Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hoodIm too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh (2x)
*Method Man*If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleepI just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm StreetRelease from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?Kickin dust as I bust, .... peaceAnd all them crooked cops on the beatMy niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feetTil death do us part, save my bullets for the chartsWith darts, like HBO watching after darkNo love for a mark, even less for a trickThat wanna be like Mike, Mike who my ...Real shit hotnessRun wit my niggas that aint got shitPop shit, and peddle poet
*Chorus*I sayI can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit itI 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 itWhen Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw musicWith Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loopMe and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke dukeWhen Im in Miama I go to scoop LukeTo see the peep show and hit the duke shootWent to Branson, back to back, Lex coupUp in "Harlem World" in my Timb bootsTwo suckers had beef so I watched them shootCalled up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proofSeen T-Funk he took is to the fruitThen he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roofMink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweatSlang a cassette to Funkmaster FlexAnd now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecksWent from Swatch to platinum RolexS.D., Jersey we getting more sexflow nextgo next
*Chorus*
*Hook*Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hoodIm too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh (2x)
*Method Man*If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleepI just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm StreetRelease from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?Kickin dust as I bust, .... peaceAnd all them crooked cops on the beatMy niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feetTil death do us part, save my bullets for the chartsWith darts, like HBO watching after darkNo love for a mark, even less for a trickThat wanna be like Mike, Mike who my ...Real shit hotnessRun wit my niggas that aint got shitPop shit, and peddle poet
