Whatcha Gonna Do (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Jayo Felony

Def Jam, what? 

The remix, yeah 

Come along 

What, what? 

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

When I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music 

With my dog and dogettes we loop loop 

Me and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke 

Now come see me get me Lex coupe 

'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop 

Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some? 

Wha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut 

If you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut 

Flow what? Flow 'cause I got flow 

See me walkin' on the moon by 2004 

Party with the OG's spaceships and gold D's 

If they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow 

'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next 

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

I could give it to you but wha-what? 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 

Yo, place your order for slaughter 

You got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker 

You oughta be hittin' more tracks than Nauta 

My little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her 

Brooklyneese, head cheese and charge 

When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard 

Or I scare the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya 

Xstort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up 

Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial 

I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle 

Gimme that mic, you don't got no wheels 

Look through the periscope, that locked you in 

Started bustin' like the white boy in higher learning 

Stick you up more than hair when you put perm in 

Die, be a kleptomaniac in disguise 

I even take eyes outta seven thirty fives 

Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What? 

I'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut 

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

I could give it to you but what, but what, what, 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 

Jayo say, "What, what? I say, "Whoop, whoop" 

Bangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe 

When it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em 

Still saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom 

Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0 

Twenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four 

From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from 

So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb 

I start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin' 

Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken 

Hoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C 

Mack 10, Young G with the Recipe 

Hit 'em again, hit 'em again 

Who's the triple braided beard, baby? 

Hustla when it comes to my gram 

WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the section 

Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection 

Testin', microphone checkin', check out my melons 

Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony 

Steadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow 

Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo 

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do? 

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? 

I could give it to you but what, but what, what, 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