[{"id":9354047,"name":"Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)","trackName":"Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)","artistName":"Jayo Felony","albumName":"Whatcha Gonna Do","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Def Jam, what?\nThe remix, yeah\nCome along\nWhat, what?\n\nI said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nWhen I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music\nWith my dog and dogettes we loop loop\nMe and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke\n\nNow come see me get me Lex coupe\n'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop\nWhatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?\nWha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut\nIf you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut\n\nFlow what? Flow 'cause I got flow\nSee me walkin' on the moon by 2004\nParty with the OG's spaceships and gold D's\nIf they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow\n'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next\n\nI said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but wha-what? Wha-what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\nYo, place your order for slaughter\nYou got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker\nYou oughta be hittin' more tracks than Nauta\nMy little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her\n\nBrooklyneese, head cheese and charge\nWhen you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard\nOr I scare the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya\nXstort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up\n\nNiggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial\nI'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle\nGimme that mic, you don't got no wheels\nLook through the periscope, that locked you in\n\nStarted bustin' like the white boy in higher learning\nStick you up more than hair when you put perm in\nDie, be a kleptomaniac in disguise\nI even take eyes outta seven thirty fives\n\nDub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What?\nI'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut\n\nI said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\nJayo say, \"What, what? I say, \"Whoop, whoop\"\nBangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe\nWhen it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em\nStill saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom\n\nHip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0\nTwenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four\nFrom the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from\nSo much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb\n\nI start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin'\nThough I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken\nHoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C\nMack 10, Young G with the Recipe\n\nHit 'em again, hit 'em again\nWho's the triple braided beard, baby?\nHustla when it comes to my gram\nWC, clatter for chatter clearin' the section\nBangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection\n\nTestin', microphone checkin', check out my melons\nSmashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony\nSteadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow\nLoc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo\n\nI said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)\n  artist: Jayo Felony\n  album: Whatcha Gonna Do\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Def Jam, what?\n  The remix, yeah\n  Come along\n  What, what?\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  When I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music\n  With my dog and dogettes we loop loop\n  Me and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke\n\n  Now come see me get me Lex coupe\n  'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop\n  Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?\n  Wha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut\n  If you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut\n\n  Flow what? Flow 'cause I got flow\n  See me walkin' on the moon by 2004\n  Party with the OG's spaceships and gold D's\n  If they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow\n  'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but wha-what? Wha-what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\n  Yo, place your order for slaughter\n  You got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker\n  You oughta be hittin' more tracks than Nauta\n  My little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her\n\n  Brooklyneese, head cheese and charge\n  When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard\n  Or I scare the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya\n  Xstort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up\n\n  Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial\n  I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle\n  Gimme that mic, you don't got no wheels\n  Look through the periscope, that locked you in\n\n  Started bustin' like the white boy in higher learning\n  Stick you up more than hair when you put perm in\n  Die, be a kleptomaniac in disguise\n  I even take eyes outta seven thirty fives\n\n  Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What?\n  I'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\n  Jayo say, \"What, what? I say, \"Whoop, whoop\"\n  Bangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe\n  When it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em\n  Still saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom\n\n  Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0\n  Twenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four\n  From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from\n  So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb\n\n  I start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin'\n  Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken\n  Hoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C\n  Mack 10, Young G with the Recipe\n\n  Hit 'em again, hit 'em again\n  Who's the triple braided beard, baby?\n  Hustla when it comes to my gram\n  WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the section\n  Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection\n\n  Testin', microphone checkin', check out my melons\n  Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony\n  Steadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow\n  Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n"},{"id":14557525,"name":"Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix) (featuring Mack 10, WC & Redman)","trackName":"Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix) (featuring Mack 10, WC & Redman)","artistName":"Jayo Felony","albumName":"Whatcha Gonna Do","duration":270.889796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Def Jam, what?\nThe remix, yeah\nCome along\nWhat, what?\n\nI said, \"I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nI could give it to ya but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nWhen I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music\nWith my dog and dogettes we loop loop\nMe and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke\n\nNow come see me get me Lex coupe\n'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop\nWhatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?\nWha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut\nIf you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut\n\nFlow what? Flow 'cause I got flow\nSee me walkin' on the moon by 2004\nParty with the og's spaceships and gold D's\nIf they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow\n'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next\n\nI said, \"I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nI could give it to ya but wha-what? Wha-what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\nYo, place your order for slaughter\nYou got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker\nYou oughta, be hittin' more tracks than Nauta\nMy little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her\n\nBrooklyneese, head cheese in charge\nWhen you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard\nOr I scare the shit out ya, bring the bitch out ya\nExtort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up\n\nNiggas in the hood know Doc could blow the trial\nI'm so cool, I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle\nGimme that mic, you don't got no wheels\nLook through the periscope, that locked you in\n\nStarted bustin' like the white boy in higher learning\nStick you up more than hair when you put perm in\nDoc, be a kleptomaniac in disguise\nI even take eyes outta seven thirty fives\n\nDub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What?\nI'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut\n\nI said, \"I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nI could give it to ya but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\nJayo say, \"What, what? I say, \"Whoop, whoop\"\nBangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe\nWhen it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em\nStill saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom\n\nHip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0\nTwenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four\nFrom the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from\nSo much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb\n\nI start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin'\nThough I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken\nHoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C\nMack 10, Young G with the Recipe\n\nHit 'em again, hit 'em again\nWho's the triple braided beard, baby?\nHustla when it comes to my gram\nWc, clatter for chatter clearin' the section\nBangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection\n\nTestin', microphone checkin', check out my melons\nSmashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felonies\nSteadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow\nLoc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo\n\nI said, \"I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?\nI could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\nI could give it to ya but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix) (featuring Mack 10, WC & Redman)\n  artist: Jayo Felony\n  album: Whatcha Gonna Do\n  duration_ms: 270890\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Def Jam, what?\n  The remix, yeah\n  Come along\n  What, what?\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  I could give it to ya but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  When I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music\n  With my dog and dogettes we loop loop\n  Me and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke\n\n  Now come see me get me Lex coupe\n  'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop\n  Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?\n  Wha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut\n  If you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut\n\n  Flow what? Flow 'cause I got flow\n  See me walkin' on the moon by 2004\n  Party with the og's spaceships and gold D's\n  If they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow\n  'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  I could give it to ya but wha-what? Wha-what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\n  Yo, place your order for slaughter\n  You got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker\n  You oughta, be hittin' more tracks than Nauta\n  My little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her\n\n  Brooklyneese, head cheese in charge\n  When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard\n  Or I scare the shit out ya, bring the bitch out ya\n  Extort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up\n\n  Niggas in the hood know Doc could blow the trial\n  I'm so cool, I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle\n  Gimme that mic, you don't got no wheels\n  Look through the periscope, that locked you in\n\n  Started bustin' like the white boy in higher learning\n  Stick you up more than hair when you put perm in\n  Doc, be a kleptomaniac in disguise\n  I even take eyes outta seven thirty fives\n\n  Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What?\n  I'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  I could give it to ya but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\n  Jayo say, \"What, what? I say, \"Whoop, whoop\"\n  Bangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe\n  When it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em\n  Still saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom\n\n  Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0\n  Twenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four\n  From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from\n  So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb\n\n  I start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin'\n  Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken\n  Hoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C\n  Mack 10, Young G with the Recipe\n\n  Hit 'em again, hit 'em again\n  Who's the triple braided beard, baby?\n  Hustla when it comes to my gram\n  Wc, clatter for chatter clearin' the section\n  Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection\n\n  Testin', microphone checkin', check out my melons\n  Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felonies\n  Steadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow\n  Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?\n  I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?\n  I could give it to ya but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n"},{"id":10571243,"name":"Whatcha Gonna Do (remix)","trackName":"Whatcha Gonna Do (remix)","artistName":"Jayo Felony","albumName":"Funk From Hell","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Def Jam, what?\nThe remix, yeah\nCome along\nWhat, what?\n\nI said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nWhen I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music\nWith my dog and dogettes we loop loop\nMe and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke\n\nNow come see me get me Lex coupe\n'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop\nWhatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?\nWha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut\nIf you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut\n\nFlow what? Flow 'cause I got flow\nSee me walkin' on the moon by 2004\nParty with the OG's spaceships and gold D's\nIf they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow\n'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next\n\nI said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but wha-what? Wha-what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\nYo, place your order for slaughter\nYou got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker\nYou oughta be hittin' more tracks than Nauta\nMy little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her\n\nBrooklyneese, head cheese and charge\nWhen you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard\nOr I scare the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya\nXstort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up\n\nNiggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial\nI'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle\nGimme that mic, you don't got no wheels\nLook through the periscope, that locked you in\n\nStarted bustin' like the white boy in higher learning\nStick you up more than hair when you put perm in\nDie, be a kleptomaniac in disguise\nI even take eyes outta seven thirty fives\n\nDub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What?\nI'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut\n\nI said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\nJayo say, \"What, what? I say, \"Whoop, whoop\"\nBangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe\nWhen it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em\nStill saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom\n\nHip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0\nTwenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four\nFrom the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from\nSo much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb\n\nI start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin'\nThough I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken\nHoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C\nMack 10, Young G with the Recipe\n\nHit 'em again, hit 'em again\nWho's the triple braided beard, baby?\nHustla when it comes to my gram\nWC, clatter for chatter clearin' the section\nBangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection\n\nTestin', microphone checkin', check out my melons\nSmashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony\nSteadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow\nLoc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo\n\nI said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\nI could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\nI could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\nI'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatcha Gonna Do (remix)\n  artist: Jayo Felony\n  album: Funk From Hell\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Def Jam, what?\n  The remix, yeah\n  Come along\n  What, what?\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  When I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music\n  With my dog and dogettes we loop loop\n  Me and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke\n\n  Now come see me get me Lex coupe\n  'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop\n  Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?\n  Wha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut\n  If you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut\n\n  Flow what? Flow 'cause I got flow\n  See me walkin' on the moon by 2004\n  Party with the OG's spaceships and gold D's\n  If they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow\n  'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but wha-what? Wha-what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\n  Yo, place your order for slaughter\n  You got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker\n  You oughta be hittin' more tracks than Nauta\n  My little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her\n\n  Brooklyneese, head cheese and charge\n  When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard\n  Or I scare the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya\n  Xstort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up\n\n  Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial\n  I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle\n  Gimme that mic, you don't got no wheels\n  Look through the periscope, that locked you in\n\n  Started bustin' like the white boy in higher learning\n  Stick you up more than hair when you put perm in\n  Die, be a kleptomaniac in disguise\n  I even take eyes outta seven thirty fives\n\n  Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What?\n  I'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n\n  Jayo say, \"What, what? I say, \"Whoop, whoop\"\n  Bangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe\n  When it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em\n  Still saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom\n\n  Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0\n  Twenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four\n  From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from\n  So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb\n\n  I start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin'\n  Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken\n  Hoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C\n  Mack 10, Young G with the Recipe\n\n  Hit 'em again, hit 'em again\n  Who's the triple braided beard, baby?\n  Hustla when it comes to my gram\n  WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the section\n  Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection\n\n  Testin', microphone checkin', check out my melons\n  Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony\n  Steadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow\n  Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo\n\n  I said, \"I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?\n  I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?\n  I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?\n\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood\n  I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider\n"}]