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The remix,
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What,

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do 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 give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
When I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my
With my dog and dogettes we loop
Me and lil' Trook like book and duke

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

what? Flow 'cause I got flow
See me walkin' on the moon by
Party with the OG's and gold D's
If they don't make no like 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 could give it to you but whatcha gonna do it?
I could give it to you but wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low

Yo, your order for slaughter
You got balls to walk up, you leave on the
You oughta be hittin' more tracks than
My little barks like Roof, that's 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
your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up

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

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

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 give it to you but 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'm too sexy for my hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my 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 in khakis with the cuff on the bottom

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

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

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
the triple braided beard, baby?
Hustla it comes to my gram
WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the
Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside

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

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

I'm too sexy for my hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my low rider
I'm too sexy for my hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low