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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 give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could 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 we loop loop
Me and lil' Trook book and Luke duke

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

Flow what? 'cause I got flow
See me walkin' on the by 2004
Party the OG's spaceships and gold D's
If they make no songs like these, plow, plow
it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next

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

Yo, your order for slaughter
You got balls to walk up, you leave on the
You oughta be hittin' more than Nauta
My little friend barks like Roof, that's why I her

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

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

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

Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? What?
I'm 'bout to tear a chicken 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 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 for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low

Jayo say, "What, I say, "Whoop, whoop"
Bangin' the wood in the 84 coupe
When it to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em
saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom

Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll 1-0
Twenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen 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 flippin' off or the green that be stickin'
Though I rock the microphone, I can still a chicken
Hoo bangin' from the W S C
Mack 10, Young G the Recipe

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

Testin', microphone checkin', out my melons
Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Felony
Steadily, chasin' ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow
Loc, I'm too for my fuckin' Benzo

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