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

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

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

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

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

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' 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

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

Brooklyneese, cheese and charge
When you see me, it back, squeeze 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 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 when you put 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 give it to you but whatcha gonna do it?
I give 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 for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider
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 in the 84 coupe
When it come to gangsta raps, you know, got 'em
Still saggin' in khakis with the 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 much ice on my wrist that my hand numb

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

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

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

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