Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)

Def Jam,
The remix,
Come
What,

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 whatcha do with it?
I could it to you but what, but what, 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 Trook like book and Luke duke

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

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

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

Yo, place order for slaughter
You got balls to up, you leave on the walker
You oughta be hittin' more than Nauta
My little friend like 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, the bitch out ya
Xstort your rhyme until puttin' your house up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' 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