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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 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 do with it?
I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music
With my dog and dogettes we loop
Me and lil' Trook book and Luke duke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what?
I'm to tear 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 could give it to you but what, but 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 motherfuckin' low

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

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

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

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

Testin', microphone checkin', check out my
Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' Jayo Felony
Steadily, chasin' them ends, 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 could give it to you but 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 motherfuckin' low