Lyrics:

Whatcha Gonna Do is a single from Jayo Felony’s second album Whatcha Gonna Do? released by Def Jam.
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 niggas can't eat? Then y'all niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 — niggas, 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 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!

Uh.. uh.. uh..
I got a wicked flow and I'ma kick it, yo, feel the pressure (Uh)
Snatchin' niggas up, just like change off the dresser (Uh-huh)
Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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!