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Def Jam,
The remix,
Come
What,

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 give it to you but what, but what, what, what?

I could it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music
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 there it is Whoop Whoop
Whatcha gon do with it baby I give you some?
Wha-wha-what what? Hit him in the gut
If you don't know the scoop then keep mouth shut

Flow what? 'cause I got flow
See me on the moon by 2004
Party with the OG's spaceships and D's
If they make no songs like these, plow, plow
'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, next

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 gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but wha-what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha do with 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 motherfuckin' low
I'm too sexy for my 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 with the cuff on the bottom

Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll 1-0
Twenty on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four
From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm
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 sell a chicken
Hoo affiliates from the W S C
10, Young G with the Recipe

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
the triple braided beard, baby?
Hustla it comes to my gram
WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the
Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside

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

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

I'm too sexy for my hood, 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