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Def Jam,
The remix,
Come
What,

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha do with it?
I could give it to you but whatcha do?
I could 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?
I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music
With my dog and dogettes we loop
Me and lil' like book 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?
what what? Hit him in the gut
If you don't know the then keep your mouth shut

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

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha do with 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 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 for my motherfuckin' low rider

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

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

Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the
I'm so I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle
Gimme that mic, you got no wheels
Look through the periscope, locked you in

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

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

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

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

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

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
Who's the triple beard, baby?
Hustla when it comes to my
WC, clatter for clearin' the section
Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside

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

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