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Make It Do What It Do (Gheespot memix)
Warren G
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I'ma make it do what it do, baby
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Now I, I, got a little something for
You, you, y-you, y-you, you, you, you
Now that I thought of it, baby, I got a lot of it
King-size Cobra, put that pilot in your cockpit
Stop lollygaggin' and lick my lollipop, bitch
Pants saggin', beat draggin' 'cause a nigga got chips
Like a bag of Doritos
Now let me slow down like Bobby Valentino (Slow it down)
And spit that pimpin'
I get paid to kill the club, so I guess I'm a hitman
Blowin' green, make me lean like I got a kickstand
Big screen, limousine, I hope this ain't your chick, man
She wanna sip Champagny
And hang in VIP with a G in them khakis
But I don't pay for butt
Did what's her name get at you yesterday? (Who?) Deez nuts
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
Got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me this dense, so take me higher
It's the Warren to the G, no player hate
I take it back to '93, don't make me regulate
I'm back and it's poppin'
Got the club like a '64, everybody hoppin'
I helped start this thing
These suckers wanna act like they forgot my name
But without the G, you can't spell the game
So it's impossible not to have me in it
It's not gangster unless you got the G in it
It ain't a party 'less the LBC in it
So blaze a blunt, let's get drunk and it's on
And let me grind on that behind, baby, all night long
This the new G-funk sound
That's on 213 and it's still Dogg Pound
'Cause this DJ still gets down
In a brand new Bentley while the wheels spin 'round, err
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
Got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me this dense, so take me higher
Soon as they spin the record, the brizzles get naked
Dance floor full, outside gettin' hectic
Haters get mad, come back, just accept it
A lot of mo' hot, a lot more flow, just expect it
A lotta mo', lotta dough, I got to gets it
Porno video, that little hysterectic
Y'all know, here we go, I'm Eastside connected
Soon as my album drop, your CD gets ejected
These suckers got it backwards, they must be dyslexic
I'm first, you second, get your freakin' ass corrected
I'm hot, you not, step back
'Cause even Rhetta Ray Charles can see that
Talk smack, nigga, get pimp slapped
I'm super fly with a mix of the mack (Yeah)
And I gots to win
It's the American dream, you better come on in
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
Got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me this dense, so take me higher
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