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Текст песни «Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)» от Jayo Felony

Представляем точный текст композиции "Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jayo Felony . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jayo Felony передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Jayo Felony - "Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)"

Lyrics to Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix) : [Jayo] Def Jam, the remix! Yeah! Come along! Uh huh huh huh, uh Uh huh huh huh, what Uh huh huh huh, uh [Chorus (Jayo)] I said, I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it' I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do' I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it' I could give it to ya but what wha-what what! [Jayo] I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it' When Im in Daygo Im 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 songll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some' Uh uh huh huh huh uh huh, uh Wha-wha-what what what, hit him in the gut If you dont know the scoop then keep your mouth shut Flow what' Flow, cuz I got flow See me walkin on the moon by 2004 Party with the o.g.s spaceships and gold Ds If they dont make no songs like these, plow plow! Cuz its my style when I flex, go next, flow next [Chorus] [Jayo x2] Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood! Im too sexy for my motherfuckin lowrida! [Redman] 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! thats why I brought her Brooklyneese, headcheese and charge When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard Or I scare the shit out ya, bring the bitch out ya X start your rhyme until youre puttin your house up Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial Im so cool I be shoppin in the frozen aisle Gimme that mic, you dont 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') Im bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut gu-gut gut [Chorus] [Jayo x2] Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood! Im too sexy for my motherfuckin lowrida! [Mack 10] 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 dont roll like 1-0 Twenty chrome on the Benz, Thirteen gold on the Four >From the way I twist my fingers, you know Im from So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb I start flippin of 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 [WC] Hit em again, hit em again Whos the triple braided beard (...'...) 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, Im too sexy for my fuckin Benzo [Chorus] [Jayo x2] Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood! Im too sexy for my motherfuckin lowrida! [ Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix) Lyrics ]

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