[R. Kelly:]
Woo
It’s the remix
Woo
It’s the remix
Woo
It’s the remix
Woo
[R. Kelly:]
Chitty chitty bang bang boom like a pow
Everybody off in the club getting wild
Drinks everywhere the crowd is real loud
Looks like we gon’ be here for a while
I’m so drunk I’m just drooling at the mouth
Trying to get somebody to take me to my house
Now where my car keys at, and where my money at
I’ma follow y’all till the ihop where the honeys at
Give me some cheese egg steak and gritz
Then hit the after party with G and em boys Clipse
Woo woo woo
Look out for the po po
Woo woo woo
Smoking on the dro dro
And them Air Force Ones and that all white brand new tee
Plus I get these jewel honies trying to juke on me
You’ve got the Ignition and girl I’ve got the key
It’s the pied piper so people follow me
[Baby:]
Hey hey hey hey
So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many, cuz we riding tonight
Well, it’s that pimp talk that ain’t that pimp walk
It’s big pimping over here, player, that just started
See, we fresh with Air Ones, Lexus and big drums
[Ginuwine:] Chips, Plenty Chicks, Plenty crisp, big fun
[Baby:]
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
Prada, the Gucci, it’s all in Bird fun
[Ginuwine:]
I’m sitting in my truck, staking the club out
Kill this sip then go wild the fuck out
Walk up in the club with my hands in the air
There’s so much coochie in the atmosphere
So girl, quit fronting and get you’re ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Crown and Belvedere
I’m all off in the corner with honeys taking flicks
Baby be in the VIP with lots of chicks
I’m pimped out now, low cut, and a pick
G and Big Tymers together, that’s a hit
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shaking like hell, yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
Twenty-fours like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
[Malice:]
Oh what, it’s on me, let’s go
I’m in the club with it on me, homie
And homie you don’t know me I don’t want it
I just wanna find a roni to go home with
Not hold the phone with
Spend money on the chick I’m on, gotta have her own shit
And no I’m never lonely or alone without that chrome
And I only keep it on me just in case we don’t click
Don’t confuse the club atmosphere
We strapped in here
This just might explain Malice’s lack of fear
[Pusha T:]
55 thousand Prada pink wrist
2 years ago never picture this
Raise up the Cris’
Watch the bottle shake up
Rolled it like it was dipped in foundation make up
Na ma this is not yah Jacob
This is what ya call presidential cake up
Shake ya moneymaker until the night break up
Then be on your way as soon as your ass wake up
[Ginuwine:]
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shaking like hell, yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24s like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
[Ginuwine:]
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shaking like hell, yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24s like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
Woo
It’s the remix
Woo
It’s the remix
Woo
It’s the remix
Woo
It’s the remix
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