Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)

Def Jam,
The remix,
Come
What,

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

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

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

Flow Flow 'cause I got flow
See me walkin' on the moon by
with the OG's spaceships and gold D's
If they don't make no like these, plow, plow
'Cuz my style when I flex, go next, flow next

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

Yo, place your order for
You got balls to walk up, you on the walker
You oughta be hittin' more tracks than
My friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her

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

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

Started bustin' like the white boy in higher
you up more than 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 head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut

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 whatcha gonna do it?
I could it to you but what, but what, what, what?

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

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

Hip hop or yayo, you roll like 1-0
chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four
From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm
So much ice on my wrist that my feels numb

I start flippin' off sherm or the that be stickin'
Though I rock the microphone, I can sell a chicken
Hoo bangin' affiliates the W S C
Mack 10, Young G the Recipe

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

Testin', checkin', check 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 give it to you but whatcha gonna do it?
I give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could give it to you but whatcha 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 for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low