Lyrics:
Eighty-five on the bridge, hat to the side
Twenty-three-inch Yokohama flats on the ride
Young Stunna, baby girl, is you up on me?
They go so hard, man, I
the music just for you
So you can do the extra crazy Biz Mark dance too
Or even do the dance made up by yourself
As long as you're in good phy-sical health
remix I ever did in my life
So So Def
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one
couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her
Hooked up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio station
But (What?) he was
Yo, you got five seconds to get to the danceflo'
The roof about to blow, So So, let's go
Uh-huh-uh
Remix
All I see, over here ain't nothin' but
soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
Don't get caught in the mix
I'm from the side we're
soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
Don't get caught in the mix
I'm from the side we're
soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
Don't get caught in the mix
I'm from the side we're
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
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
Over babe
Put this, put this stand up in your trunk, babe
So buckle up cause this can get bumpy, babe
Honey, we gon' mess around and get a ticket,
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
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
nigga don't judge me, told the judge the same thang (yeah)
So nigga guess who is up in the club with the four nickel (nickel)
Man, I stay on the point
A Def Squad nigga yeah, all in your mix
Niggaz talk shit you get your ass kicked
I ain't a Blood, but I'll throw you out the whip (word up)
What you know
motherfuckers (ha)
They wanna throw their hands up (that's tight)
Hit 'em wit' my eight, never had shit left, right
Then hit 'em wit' the uppercut, duck quick
mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hands up on the headrest
I'm, in the studio thinkin' about my next hit song
strength, I couldn't do it alone
I need a deejay like (Jazzy) to back me up
So when I'm rockin on the mic he's on the crossfade cut
Scratchin and mixin, mixin
[Intro]
Turn on the faucet...mm-hmm
Uh-huh (x5)
You and you throw your hands up
If you in the back come on, throw your hands up
If you in the front,
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
its time to dance
So get your ass up out your seats
And get down to the sounds of the B R A T
Now me I be she with the funk
Puttin' the Holyfield
of wisdom
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
Shammo, hook up the Def mix
of wisdom
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
Shammo, hook up the Def mix
got to reach out
Reach out to taste my loving
Want you so Sunday girl
Oh I really want you
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Bad Boys
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