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The remix,
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What,

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 give it to you but what, but what, what, what?

I could 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 lil' Trook like book and Luke

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

Flow Flow '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 these, plow, plow
'Cuz my style when I flex, go next, flow next

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 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

say, "What, what? I say, "Whoop, whoop"
Bangin' the wood in the 84 coupe
it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em
Still saggin' in khakis with the 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 or the green that be stickin'
Though I rock the microphone, I can still a chicken
Hoo bangin' affiliates the W S C
Mack 10, Young G the Recipe

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
Who's the triple braided beard,
when it comes to my gram
WC, clatter for chatter 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 gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but whatcha 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 for my motherfuckin' hood, 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