Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why
with it (Remix!)
Now get, jiggy with it, (Remix!!) now get, jiggy with it, (jiggy with it)
I'm in my Cutlass on two shoes (two shoes)
Breaking all
with it (Remix!)
Now get, jiggy with it, (Remix!!) now get, jiggy with it, (jiggy with it)
I'm in my Cutlass on two shoes (two shoes)
Breaking all
groupies
In the bitch after all
Fuck one down!
Welcome 2 Da Family
Woke up at 4 am for breakfast "chow" I had
Coffee that was given to me along with some
on the phone
And tell me how much you care
Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provide
I don't care
on the phone
And tell me how much you care
Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provide
I don't care
her hands through my 'fro
Bouncin' on twenty-fours
While they sayin' on the radio
It's the remix to "Ignition"
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama
her hands through my 'fro
Bouncin' on twenty-fours
While they sayin' on the radio
It's the remix to "Ignition"
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama
*R.Kelly*
Now usually I don't do this but, ah, go ahead
And break 'em off with a lil preview of the remix
Now I'm not tryin' to be rude
But hey
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
You know we had to do a remix, right? (Yessir)
Hood anthem, let's go
Gettin', gettin', gettin' (Xcel)
Gettin', gettin', gettin'
I was gettin'
Because y’all
Been lied to google lied
To you facebook lied to you
Radio lied to you radio
Fuck you! I know it’s a lot
Of real niggas working at
Radio, real
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I
One two three four five six
Roadrunner roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna ride by the stop-n-shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with
Intro: BIG (Puffy)
(Uh-uh, yea)
(I want a remix again)
(I think I want a remix again)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew (ready Big)
Represtin all
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
Mental, Yeah, Skepta
Big up my nigga JK, Daps, Choppa,
Tempa, Depzman Sox and all the Birmingham G's
Ay, I'mma be straight up like
Let's talk about
to your body (Def Jam All Stars, okay)
And I'm tryna be yours (nice, Radio Killa)
Now she the definition of fine
But I told her that her body looks
plane level
And I'm Space Shuttle
My Sex Intelligence makes all you otha' niggas irrelevant
And she screaming Re-mix this dope shit
In the room like
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