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conversations.value: Write me a song called Do Yo Gudda (Remix) with the following description: Hitta J3 manages to recruit Problem, Kendrick Lamar and YG for the “Do Yo Gudda” remix.
  Compton rapper Hitta J3 dropped a mixtape called The Wake Up Call in October 2013, which contained “Do Yo Gudda”
  Today the upcoming rapper returns to “Do Yo Gudda” enlisting fellow West Coast natives Problem, Kendrick Lamar and YG to hop on the record.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Chorus: Hitta J3]
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Go from your head to your waist
  Go from your head to your waist
  Do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda
  [Verse 1: Problem]
  First off, R.I.P fo’
  Compton, California in case you didn’t know
  All up on Durham with a pretty white ho
  Made it out the hood but I’m still psycho
  Kid wanna play, better call Tyco
  Money always right nigga, no typo
  Stay high in the sky like my next flight go
  Do my thug, one glove, I’m the next Michael
  Gudda, gudda, go bad on ‘em
  Synchronize the surprise, have ‘em land on ‘em
  Back when bone had the cut in ‘88, no fake
  Shout to L little, Doug and Baby Eiht [Chorus: Hitta J3]
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Go from your head to your waist
  Go from your head to your waist
  Do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda
  [Verse 2: Hitta J3]
  (Hitta J3) Straps I keep two
  They want an explanation, but pigs, I don’t speak to
  Nuclear bombs, we’re making the most noise
  Boys in the hood, I’mma do ‘em like Doughboy
  Go, here comes the sirens
  Block is hot as the irons
  Swerving on Avalon
  I’m reppin’ the deuce like Bobby Johnson
  Glocks shoot ‘em like murder
  Got both of ‘em like Kirk
  Come deep like we on some buckets
  Ride through with no interruptions
  From your head to your waist, they do it in every city
  With my Chucks and my Dickies I’m on Ciroc like I’m Diddy
  Aim for his head, knock him right on his Cortez
  Not only a dance it’s your regular program [Chorus: Hitta J3]
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Go from your head to your waist
  Go from your head to your waist
  Do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  I’mma do my gudda like it’s my bread and butter
  Hit my nigga, on his cell, oh little L that’s my brother
  Tell me that a female wanna fuck with the K-Dot
  Eat it up, then beat it up, my MO baby, may I?
  Two times, I do mines, I knew mines, I do fine
  I keep bread and croutons
  , we bust heads then move on
  What’s happenin’? I’m bagging through a bitch and gettin' richer
  Bought some toys for the kids, bought a chopper for my nigga, yup
  And I’m jiggin’ in the function, 
  I throw my arms up with my index finger pumpin’
  A brand new dance coming straight up out of Compton
  Little K-Dot from the A-block and I’m Rosecrans thuggin’ huh [Verse 4: YG]
  (Guns shots) Ayy, thats how I sound when I get off
  Tree top Bompton,
   hold on let me get my shit off
  Strapped, hope I don’t get caught, hold up, let me shit talk
  The 745 and Rosecrans had them pissed off
  My gudda keep a slug and a clip that holds numbers
  ‘Cause I be in the Porsche riding through the bity all summer
  Ducking from the under covers on my second level
  Still in the streets now because of half you muthafuckas (ay)
  Fronting with the Chuck T’s
  [This my creed, this my steez nigga on P's]
  Ninth grade at Paramount High I was fucking edgy
  Socking out any motherfucker that couldn’t stand me
  I did my gudda
  [Chorus: Hitta J3]
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Go from your head to your waist
  Go from your head to your waist
  Do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda
  [Bridge: Hitta J3]
  You can love it or can hate
  But I got it just in case
  Grab and pull 'em off your waist
  Like you aiming for his face
  You can love it or can hate
  But I got it just in case
  Grab and pull 'em off your waist
  Like you aiming for his face
  [Chorus: Hitta J3]
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Go from your head to your waist
  Go from your head to your waist
  Do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda
  Like you holdin’ two straps
  Then throwing on your ski mask
  Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
  D-do yo gudda