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Def Jam,
The remix,
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What,

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

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

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

Flow Flow 'cause I got flow
See me walkin' on the moon by
Party with the spaceships and gold D's
If they don't make no songs like these, plow,
'Cuz it's my style I flex, go next, flow next

I said, "I could give it to you but gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but whatcha do?
I could give it to you but 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 sexy for my motherfuckin' low
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too sexy for my low rider

Yo, place your for slaughter
You got to walk up, you leave on the walker
You oughta be hittin' tracks than Nauta
My little friend barks like Roof, why I brought her

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

Niggas in the hood no doubt could the trial
I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen
Gimme mic, you don't got no wheels
Look through the periscope, that 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 thirty fives

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said, "I give 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 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 sexy for my motherfuckin' low