Lyrics:
Yea, that's right, it's the Remix, Killer
Welcome, can I help you
Take a minute to read the menu
If you're looking for a man
If you're looking for
on the remix
I beg your pardon
It's true, the rumors that they start 'gone make us break apart
Assuming they've influenced all this sudden change of heart
Hahaha
Then drive by
Then drive right back M54
It's the remix
Midlands stand up
I wanna see this one go crazy
Huh
Look
I just took this train from
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know
my luck
That 4 door hatchback all it needed was a stereo
Crank it up to 10 and away I’d go
CRANK IT UP TO 10 AND AWAY ID GO
Yeah Id turn up that radio
of communication and
I knew I could sing from being
In tune with the radio
I would listen to whatever my
Mom played in the car
The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine
'm in effect, the days are all peep
Grown by his own, provoked the wrong sheep
When I'm in effect, the day is all raw
Ten little workers, nine were all
and you trust her
Then don't bring her around me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Now swear to tell the truth
And the whole truth
When it comes to hoes I be pimpin'
here swear they so appealing
I'll step through your business and hurt your feelings
That was Full Cooperation by the Def Squad Crew
And this is Dave
right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time
fuckin’ Tropp is not safe for the radio,
Even if I was I know you wouldn’t play me though,
All you stupid fucks keep fuckin’ hatin’ ho,
Cuz Katie fuckin’
-85 on the Banjee (skrrt skrrt)
Had to park it 4 by 4 Mercedes Jeep
Wide body check (wide), wide body check (yeah)
Answer all the calls (yeah), 'cause it might be
you gossip like hoes
Poured up a four I move with the wind
The muddy it got me real slow
I remix it sell it for low, yeah
I remix it sell it for low,
and all in dress
And a four by four with the alter steps
Doing donuts underneath the old chest
I need a chick on time 'cause mine be early
Think I ride or I
I already gave you twenty.
HARRY
Oh yes ... that's four I owe you then. (starts looking for change)
BRIAN
... It's all right, it doesn't matter.
the Grammys
You think they thinkin kid well me Stick
I burn all o' ya
I don't care if Puffy do ya remix!
I'm crazy, runnin up in Def Jam with a handgun
Fuck
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
Oh yea
Oh yea
Oh yea
Listen
If this your favorite song, turn your radio on
Play it for your man or your lady all day long
If this your
on 24's like this
Neva had a pool party like this
Neva sipped on cris much as this
Neva been to an island like this
Make one wish and I'll give you all this
her
Then don't bring her around me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Now swear to tell the truth
And the whole truth
When it comes to hoes I be pimping like I
talking on the radio
By god's grace soon see me on a screen
I never knew drive until I found me a dream
I never knew work until I found me a team
I
coz he talk talk
My mum said "Son, give it your all"
Yeah
They want a remix, I said no way
Then I thought "Bring it back to the old days"
Back if
New York City, I'm fuckin' BAPE up
When I ain't on satellite fuckin' Shade up
All you radio niggas need to wake up
Flex need to call me so Hot 97 can
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