Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)

Def Jam,
The remix,
Come
What,

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 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' Trook like book and duke

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

Flow what? 'cause 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 songs these, plow, plow
'Cuz it's my style I flex, go next, flow next

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha 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 Wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my 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 oughta be hittin' more than Nauta
My friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her

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

Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the
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' the white boy in higher learning
Stick you up more hair when you put perm in
Die, be a in disguise
I take eyes outta seven thirty fives

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

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

say, "What, what? I say, "Whoop, whoop"
Bangin' through the 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
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 green that be
Though I the microphone, I can still sell a chicken
Hoo bangin' affiliates the W S C
Mack 10, Young G with the

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

Testin', microphone checkin', check out my
Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' Jayo Felony
Steadily, chasin' ends, wreckin' 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 give it to you but 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 sexy for my low rider
I'm too sexy for my hood, hood
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider