Def Jam, The remix, Come What,
I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha 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 give it to you but what, but 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 and Luke duke
Now come see me get me Lex 'Cuz this song'll be than there it is Whoop 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 then keep your mouth
Flow Flow 'cause I got flow See me walkin' on the moon by Party with the OG's spaceships and D's If don't make no songs like these, plow, plow 'Cuz it's my style I flex, go next, flow next
I said, "I give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? I could give it to you but whatcha 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 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
Yo, place your order for You got to walk up, you leave on the walker You oughta be hittin' more tracks Nauta My little friend barks like Roof, why I brought her
Brooklyneese, cheese and charge you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard Or I the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya Xstort your rhyme until you're your house up
Niggas in the hood no doubt blow the trial I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen Gimme mic, you don't got no wheels Look the periscope, that locked you in
Started bustin' like the boy in higher learning Stick you up more than 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 to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut
I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha 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 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
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 roll 1-0 Twenty chrome on the Benz, gold on the four From the way I my fingers, you know, I'm from So much ice on my wrist that my hand numb
I start off sherm or the green that be stickin' I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken Hoo bangin' from the W S C Mack 10, Young G the Recipe
Hit 'em again, hit 'em the triple braided beard, baby? Hustla when it comes to my WC, for chatter clearin' the section a bandana, slangin' the westside connection
Testin', checkin', check out my melons Smashin' misdemeanors, with Jayo Felony Steadily, chasin' them ends, the mirrors slow Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin'
I said, "I give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it? I could give it to you but whatcha 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 hood, 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