Ginuwine Hell Yeah Remix FT R.Kelly Baby And Clipse lyrics

It's the remix, it's the remix
It's the remix, Ginuwine

Chitty chitty bang bang boom like a pow
Everybody up in the club gettin' wild
Drinks everywhere, the crowd is real loud
Looks like we gon' be 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 now where my car keys at an' where my money at?
Imma follow y'all to the ahh, where the honies are at?

Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks an' grits
Then hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse
Look out for the po' po'
Smokin' on the dro', dro'

In them Air Force Ones an' that all white band new tee
Plus I got these two hunnies tryna juke on me
You've got the ignition an' girl, I've got the key
It's the Piped Piper, so people follow me

So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many 'cause we ridin' tonight
When it's that pimp talk, that, that pimp walk
It's big pimpin' over here, playa, ya just start

See, we're fresh with Air Ones, Lexus an' big drums
Shirts, plenty, chicks, plenty, Cris, big fun
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
The Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun

I'm sittin' in my truck, stakin' the club out
Kill this last sip then go an' 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', get your ass over here
An' get yourself a cup of this Cran an' Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with hunnies takin' flicks
Baby in V.I.P. with lotsa chicks
I'm pimped out now with low cut an' a pic
G an' Big Tymers together, that's a hit

Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell yeah?
Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her cup
Booty shakin' 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 50,000 strong with their hands in the air
Up an' down like hell yeah?

I'm in the club with it on me, homey
An' homey, 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

An' no, I'm never lonely or alone without that chrome
An' I only keep it on me just in case we don't click
Don't confuse the club atmosphere, we're strapped in here
It just might explain malices, mack affair

55 thousand Prada pink wrist
Two years ago, nigga never pictured this
Raise up the Cris, watch the bottle shake up
Rollie like it was dipped in foundation makeup

Nah ma, this is not your jake up
This is what you call, 'Presidential Cake Up'
Shake your money maker 'til the night break up
Then be on your way soon as your ass wake up

Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell yeah?
Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her cup
Booty shakin' 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 50,000 strong with their hands in the air
Up an' down like hell yeah?

Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell yeah?
Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her cup
Booty shakin' 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 50,000 strong with their hands in the air
Up an' down like hell yeah?

It's the remix, it's the remix
It's the remix, its the remix
It's Cash Money, y'all, it's The Eclipse, y'all
It's Ginuwine, y'all, the Piped Piper, y'all
It's Cash Money, y'all, it's The Eclipse, y'all
It's Ginuwine, y'all, the Piped Piper, y'all