Make It Do What It Do (Gheespot Remix)

I'ma make it do what it do, baby

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