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The remix,
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What,

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 could it to you but what, but what, what, what?

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

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

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

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 could give it to you but Wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too for my motherfuckin' 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 balls to walk up, you on the walker
You oughta be more tracks than Nauta
My little friend barks Roof, that's why I brought her

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

Niggas in the hood no could blow the trial
I'm so I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle
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 hair when you put perm in
Die, be a kleptomaniac in
I even take eyes outta seven fives

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

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

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

Hip hop or yayo, you roll 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 feels numb

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

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

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

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