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Def Jam,
The remix,
Come
What,

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

I could give it to you but gonna do with it?
When I'm in Daygo, I'm my music
With my dog and dogettes we loop
Me and Trook like book and Luke duke

Now come see me get me Lex
'Cuz this be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop
Whatcha gon do it baby when I give you some?
Wha-wha-what what Hit him in the gut
If you don't know the scoop keep your mouth shut

Flow Flow 'cause I got flow
See me walkin' on the moon by
Party with the OG's and gold D's
If they make no songs like these, plow, plow
'Cuz my style when I flex, go next, flow next

I said, "I could it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I give it to you but wha-what? Wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my low rider

Yo, place your order for
You got balls to up, you leave on the walker
You oughta be more tracks than Nauta
My friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her

Brooklyneese, head and charge
When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it
Or I the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya
Xstort your rhyme until puttin' your house up

Niggas in the hood no doubt blow the trial
I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the aisle
Gimme that mic, you got no wheels
Look through the periscope, locked you in

Started bustin' like the white boy in higher
Stick you up more than hair when you put in
Die, be a in disguise
I even take eyes outta seven thirty

Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? What?
I'm 'bout to tear a head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut

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

I'm too for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low
I'm too for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider

Jayo say, "What, I say, "Whoop, whoop"
Bangin' through the wood in the 84
When it come to gangsta raps, you know, got 'em
Still saggin' in khakis with the on the bottom

Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll 1-0
Twenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen on the four
the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from
So much ice on my wrist that my hand numb

I start flippin' off sherm or the green be stickin'
Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a
Hoo affiliates from the W S C
Mack 10, Young G with the

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
Who's the triple braided beard,
Hustla when it to my gram
WC, for chatter clearin' the section
a bandana, slangin' the westside connection

Testin', checkin', check out my melons
misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony
Steadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the slow
Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin'

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

I'm too sexy for my hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low
I'm too sexy for my hood, hood
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider