Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)

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