Lyrics to Whatcha Gonna Do
[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]
Songwriters: MCKINLEY, RUCKINS / ROBINSON, KENNETH / SMITH, SCOTT VINCENT
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Royalty Network, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing
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Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Royalty Network, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing
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