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

Now come see me get me Lex
'Cuz this song'll be bigger than it is Whoop Whoop
Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you
what what? Hit him in the gut
If you know the scoop then keep your mouth shut

what? 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 like these, plow,
'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, next

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

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

Yo, place your order for
You got balls to walk up, you leave on the
You oughta be hittin' more tracks Nauta
My little barks like Roof, that's 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
your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up

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

bustin' like the white boy in higher learning
Stick you up more than hair you put perm in
Die, be a in disguise
I take eyes outta 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 it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but 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 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

say, "What, 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 like 1-0
chrome 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 that be stickin'
Though I the microphone, I can still sell a chicken
Hoo bangin' from the W S C
Mack 10, G with the Recipe

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
Who's the 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, with Jayo Felony
Steadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the slow
Loc, I'm too for my fuckin' Benzo

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

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' 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