Make It Do What It Do

I'ma make it do what it do, baby Mmm-hmm, yeah Mmm-hmm, yeah Now I, I got a little something for you You, you, you, you, you, you (Ah) Now that I thought of it, baby, I got a lot of it King size Rover, put that pilot in your cockpit Stop lollygaggin' and lick my lollipop, bitch Pants saggin', meat 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 V.I.P. 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 (Yeah) I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm) I make it do what it do, baby You got me so hot, I'm on fire I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah) I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm) I make it do what it do, baby You got me lifted, so take me higher It's the Warren to the G, no playa 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' (Sup, sup?) 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 gangsta 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 (Yeah) I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm) I make it do what it do, baby You got me so hot, I'm on fire I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah) I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm) I make it do what it do, baby You got me lifted, so take me higher Soon as they spin the record, the brizzles gettin' naked Dance floor full, outside gettin' hectic Haters, get back, I'm back, just accept it A lot of mojada, lava flow, just expect it A lot of mulatto, I gots to gets it Porno video that Little Hiss directed 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 Ritter Ray Charles can see that Talk smack, nigga, get pimp slapped I'm superfly 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 (Yeah) I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm) I make it do what it do, baby You got me so hot, I'm on fire I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah) I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm) I make it do what it do, baby You got me lifted, so take me higher Mmm-hmm, yeah Mmm-hmm, yeah