Hell Yeah (Remix featuring Birdman & Clipse) feat. Birdman,Clipse

歌詞

Woah, it's the remix Woah, it's the remix Woah, it's the remix Woah, Genuine Chitti chitti bang bang boom like a pow Everybody up in the club gettin' wild Drinks everywhere, the crowd is real loud Looks like we gonna be here for a while I'm so drunk, I'm just droolin' at the mouth Tryin' to get somebody to take me to my house, so So now where my car keys at? And where my money at? I'm gonna follow y'all to the, ah, where the honeys at Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks and grits And hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse Your a ooo ooo ooo Look out for the po po Ooo ooo ooo Smokin' on the dro dro In them Air Force One's and all white band new tees Plus I got these two honeys tryin' juke on me You've got the ignition and girl, I've got the key It's the Pide Piper so people follow me So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite So much too many 'cause we ridin' tonight And it's that pimp talk, that pimp walk It's big pimpin' over here, playa ya just start See we're fresh with Air One's, Lexus and big drums White shirt, plenty chicks, plenty Kris, big fun Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns The Prada, the Gucci, it's all in the bird fun I'm sittin' in my truck, stakin' the club out Kill this last sip and go wild the fuck out I walk up in the club with my hands in the air There's so much coochie in the atmosphere So girl quit frontin' and get you ass over here And get yourself a cup of this Cran and Belvedere I'm all off in the corner with honey's taking flicks Baby in the VIP with lots of chicks I'm pimped now, low cut and a pic 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 shakin' like hell? Yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club 24's like hell? Yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell? Yeah 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 want to find a roney to go home with Not hold the phone with, spend money on it 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're strapped in here And just might explain malisses mack affair 55 thousand Prada pink wrist Two years ago, nigga never pictured this Raise up the Kris, watch the bottle shake up Rollie like it was dipped in foundation, makeup Nah Ma, this is not your Jacob This is what you call presidential cake up Shake your money maker until the night break up Then be on your way as soon as your ass wake up 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 shakin' like hell? Yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club 24's like hell? Yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell? Yeah 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 shakin' like hell? Yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club 24's like hell? Yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell? Yeah Woah, it's the remix Woah, it's the remix Woah, it's the remix Woah, it's the remix It's the cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pide Piper y'all Cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pipe Piper y'all