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| 2. |
| 4:21 | 
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Yeah Watch out Big dogg (this is the remix)
Big dogg (This is the remix) [Missy Elliot] Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) I'm on the floor When I come through the door You wanna see my ass shake yeah And when I move it around Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) You in the corner like DANG how she do that there? Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) It's the beat in the mean time See I'm a crime, I keep the crowd jumpin' Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) It's the haters that hate the game, and talkin loud You aint sayin nothin! Mr. Cheeks big dogg My boys, they put it heavy on the trissat Remix (Uh!) Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) High hats, baseline (bom, bom, bom, bom blat, blat get at!) Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) It's the remix (goddamn) It don't get no better Remix (Uh!) Y'all suckers and busters bein fly too Q you better get up! Uh! Shorty Turn it around, let me see somethin Come with me, and there really gonna be somethin I'm talkin lights, camera, action Have me sayin' "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Come with me, and there really gonna be somethin Turn it around, let me see somethin I'm talkin lights, camera, action Have me saying "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" It's time for some action Camera's flashin Everywhere, main attraction They react like I'm one of the Jacksons Remix I guess it's just my name that attracts them World famous PD And I stay on your radio stations I moved in, I live on TV (Remix) Cuz I'm placed in heavy rotation Remix Now let's shake to this How much more can you make to this (Wooo hoooo!) I like the sound of that Tell the bartender to send another round to that Remix I don't know where they found you at Take it to the ground and back Just keep movin round like that Oh! She's serious Now turn around one time I'm curious Yeah Yeah, this:is:the:remix Remix (Yo!) I'm that nigga that come through with the crew hit the bar start to roll shit Remix (Yo!) I bet when the world get a load of this here they be like "oh shit!" Remix (Yeah) The type of joint that make a nigga take a chick back to the tele-kere Remix (Oh!) Big things Mr. Cheeks, P. Diddy, and Missy Elliot I got my bottle of Mo Remix (Yo!) My double shot of Jack and I play the background Remix (Yo!) Until I see something And I go and lay my mack down Now I'm really wantin Remix (Oh!) We on the tables, and we bounce on the seats too The dance floor's packed Now you understand work, big niggas, and hot ass lyrics and beats too (GOOOODAMN!) And the m-to the s-I-e- Thane on the track with Mr. Cheeks Spittin shit in cam Around 60 degrees, in Carolina Mr. Petey, Petey, take your shirt off Spin it one time for me SAYY HHHOOOWWWW Get your freak on In the V, Philly or The City In the remix Love those who got love for me Hold those who be holdin me Ddddddown all the way down to the ggggground with me (YESSSIR!) Hit the bar, next round on me Get drunk, get y'all loose Petey Pab on the star in the Ms. Jackson beat (DAMN!) Anybody see gon be P Got the whole club with me (DAMN!) Shorty with you I'd miss jack the freak Stick your tongue out (EWWWWWW!) In here |
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| 3. |
| 5:02 |
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[Stephen Marley] And EH! And I see you passing by my way, again... And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... And I see you passing by my way, again...Yeah And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... Can't 'cha get along? Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say.. Got to get along Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Uh And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) [Mr. Cheeks] Eh, excuse me dime piece, Where you headed off to with that chip up on ya shoulder Lemme help get that off you (Yeah) Walkin around like you lost and from out of town Who got you down, yo shit, you too hot to frown I see you time to time whenever you creep through You know my cousin D2, yea that's my peop-le I always ask about 'cha, I guess I spoke you up I swear if you was trees, I'd roll, light, and smoke you up (Yeah) And I'm not kiddin wit'cha, for real a nigga dig ya But can we hang out, spend some time, that's what I'm tryna figure Live alone, got a style all your own Cin-a-min complexion skin tone, I know you been grown The mouth is statured with a work, for real it got me hurtin Of course a nigga flirtin, come from behind that curtain I got some more deliveries but yet I be back And when I get back I wanna see that (see that) Matter-a fact gimme that number lemme hit you on the arm By the time I get back you be gone (be gone) Yeah, I got that number from her, cuz after work she outtie Headed back to the crib where she can live and get it clouty At eight o'clock, we meet up at that after-work spot (Yeah) If no one told ya today, yo that shirt is skirr-hot You keep ya nails painted, always got ya hair done Tonight's the night me and you go out and share one [Stephen Marley] And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... Can't 'cha get a- Eh! Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Eh And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..What'cha say? And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) [Mr. Cheeks] Yeah, aiyyo, We meet in front the jazz spot, she lookin right as ever Boostin mastergloves, them gloves that master leather Smile when she see me, I guess I'm lookin comfy She grabbed my hand and walked in front me, man I think she want me Got a table for two in the rear Cuz over there, you's allowed to throw somethin in the air Music soundin good, we hopped up out our chairs I'm close up on them smells, we're burnin L's and bears We had a few drinks, we ate a meal and all This night and her cousin, for real I feel it all She got me woide open, I guess she wide too Cuz she done told me anytime I wanna slide through That I can slide through, I take you on that offer I had to warn her, laughed and joked a bit, now I'm back up on her Not tonight but give me some time, I'ma bag you and make you my permanent Ragu [Stephen Marley] And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... And I see you passing by my way, again... And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... Can't 'cha get Eh! Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Eh Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong..) *music fades out* |
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| 4. |
| 5:25 |
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Ooohhh...
Mad shit jumpin off, now I like this Ok, yeah, yeah hey yo Friday night, just got paid I'm runnin wit my mans we got plans of gettin laid up Sticky green burnin sittin on twenty's Pocket full of money and we hollerin the honeys yo Stress less of death and we let the chain swing Makin we out for the same thing Hittin up the spot where they say is jumpin at I'm straight and man I'm bringin somethin back Me and the wild one we just copped a nice one And two brand new toys fuck the price done Big nigga style say when I switch lanes Stay doin big thangs smoke while I get brains Line full of women can't wait to get in Checkin mo sippin mo spittin Dancefloor packed do it in the doe stack Those that hit the see is get it get the Now where the hoes at Let's get it on and poppin Invite a few through, that's how the crew do DJ got the crowd jumpin The music from the speakers got the floor thumpin I'm tryna run in sumthin |
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| 5. |
| 4:15 |
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| 6. |
| 5:02 |
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| 7. |
| 4:18 |
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| 8. |
| 3:43 |
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| 9. |
| 5:42 |
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(Mr. Cheeks) Aiyo my first thoughts was stop when my man left I started drinkin more thinkin of my mans death then I thought he wouldn't want to see me crumble when he handed me the ball I promised I won't fumble and I wont, stood on the field implore the real these player haters hate so much now they resolve to kill got your pictures it aint the same without the laugh I pour liquor in the grass think about the past if there was no one I could speak with I could speak with you you knew all I was into what ive been through they couldn't fuck with us kid we was off da chain blew the spot up when we came and got inside the game from street cats we brought it to the main stream it was an honor playin with you on the same team ya namely a very great deal to me its only right I step it up you kept it real with me (chorus-Stephen Marley) and when that day comes were gonna be like every children and when that day comes everyone is gonna enjoy themselves (Mr. Cheeks) aiyo im thinkin yous about to come through at any minute bless your nigga on the track, put some flavor in it just a thought, im knowin that your not around cant forget how we did it in and out of town held it down, maintained, still inside the game listen ever since you left it hasn't been the same niggaz change, fam lookin at me strange was goin on with cheeks peeps hating different things no doubt im hearing everything they say he don't live around they way, why should I stay? I play the hook but don't stay understand that bein on the block aint bringin my man back those who know me know me straight love they show me, they can't hold me in the game Aiyo wassup with oby, maintain in talkin to my lost souls see you when I get there meet you at the crossroads (chorus) and when that day comes is when I get a chance to tell you I love you and when that day comes we gonna be yea yea yea yea (Mr. Cheeks) what went wrong all I know is that my mans one that made my mens strong on my own two I stand on right along I think about how we were like the bomb right before we perform let me write a song, how you used to do, represents all you knew Aiyo taliek 21 gun salute for you on top of losing you I lost you in the worst way now that's some shit them niggaz killed you on my birthday open presents nah said my nigga tai dead celebrating birthdays with that shit in my head think about the time when we would chill, up in 1 and 2 in back in Richmond Hill yeah that shit was real, us young niggaz growin up whoever thought we would start bubbling and blowin up but we did, survived it all I wish you did, I could speak for all the boyz we miss you kid Chorus till end... |
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| 10. |
| 3:54 |
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Whoever thought this a happen?
Hey yo, that bum nigga rappin' Took it the top, now I won't stop I remember bein' broke 'cause if I didn't nigga I'd be frontin', reminisicin' where your nigga at? Ain't nuthin,' never thought about the hot outfits Jewelry or the celly, back then we was in the skelly Shorties with the barrettes, candy in the bag The handgun, remember when we shot the fair one? A nigga like me had the motherfuckin' pro players And my Lees on, for a nickel got my squeeze on Fly balls off the wall in the schoolyard Swear to Gods, got my first quickie in school garage I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember Aiyo, we open gates and let the dogs chase us home after school Until my nigga Skee got bit, yo, but that was cool We took him to the crib, we laughin', growin' up We drinkin' liquor on the stool while he throwin' up We runnin' from school security, besides that the 102 cops Yo, the man was my grandpops He used to air me out He never tried to even motherfuckin' hear me out No punishment but here we out We back at it again, me and my men Yo, what was realest when us niggas [unverified] And all we wanna know, does anybody fuckin' care? And why this trouble follow me every fuckin' where? I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember [Unverified] Aiyo, we used to hot wire cars Bragged about the scars we collected Tryin' to escape from them older guys up at the bars They never let us bang, let's act [unverified] We knew they had a crew but yo, our crew was thick Okay, now we graduated from junior high We into badder bitches, caine, getting money yo, we livin' fly We got the Jordan and ball, we got the weed and all When Chris died yo we felt there was no need to fall We seen it all from welfare lines All them good and bad times Back then I wish I had rhymes I got my childhood name from my wild hood Sling still, as though it was a good thing I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember |
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| 3:51 |
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| 12. |
| 1:20 |
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| 13. |
| 3:00 |
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Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with
My nigga says, "Got me shit, to help me spit with" Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimes Don't got the same style, don't got the same rhymes Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager Say, "I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha" I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New York We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel I just met him but I be tossin' Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas They think they doin' them, they really doin' me They think they doin' R O L Q L E They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny nigga We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm You thought G was gone and now you see it's on I keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em I'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin' I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us On twenty inches now, with my tens down I push a truck now, don't give a fuck now I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me Niggas know how I get down, how I do I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn Once again shit is on, can we gone C'mon, c'mon |
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| 4:42 |
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