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Def Jam,
The remix,
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What,

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 whatcha gonna do it?
I give it to you but what, but what, what, what?

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

Now see me get me Lex coupe
this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop
Whatcha gon do it baby when I give you some?
what what? Hit him in the gut
If you don't know the scoop then keep mouth shut

Flow Flow 'cause I got flow
See me on the moon by 2004
Party the OG's spaceships and gold D's
If they don't make no songs these, plow, plow
'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow

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

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too sexy for my low rider
I'm too sexy for my hood, 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' more tracks than
My little friend barks like Roof, why I brought her

Brooklyneese, head cheese and
When you see me, cock it back, it hard
Or I scare the shit out you, 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 frozen
Gimme mic, you don't got no wheels
through the periscope, that locked you in

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

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

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

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

Hip hop or yayo, you roll like 1-0
chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four
From the way I my fingers, you know, I'm from
So ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb

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

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
Who's the braided beard, baby?
when it comes to my gram
WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the
Bangin' a bandana, the westside connection

Testin', checkin', check out my melons
Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Felony
Steadily, them 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 give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do it?
I could give it to you but what, but what, 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