[Hook: Jayo Felony]
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?

[Verse 1: Jayo Felony]
I can give it to ya, but whatcha gonna do with 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 Coupé
Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb boots
Two suckers 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
[Hook: Jayo Felony]
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!

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Oh, my n***as can't eat? Then y'all n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 — n***as, synchronize your watches, we goin' in
With nothin' but a Clan logo
Mr. Meth, (DMX!) and Bullet Loco, motherfuckers!
[Hook: Jayo Felony]
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!

[Verse 3: DMX]
Uh! Uh! Uh!
I got a wicked flow and I'ma kick it, yo — feel the pressure
Snatchin' n***as up just like change off the dresser
N***as hit me with they best shit, then what?!
I shake that bullshit off {*ARGH ARGH*}, then go nuts
I've been down too long, can't a motherfucker show me nothin'
Y'all bitch n***as is duckin' me like you owe me somethin'
I got more homes than an ése, but lets say
I couldn't talk, you wouldn't 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 supposed to be
The first time you start actin' fuckin' strange
Best to be in duckin' range
Talkin' shit, weighin' a buck and change
I break n***as like promises
Split 'em open like Thomas'
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped with nothin' but a rhyme
A long history of violent crime
Attitude that doesn't mind doin' time
[Hook: Jayo Felony]
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!