Andre 3000 - You (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Andre 3000] I said, "what time you get off?" She said, "when you get me off" I kinda laughed but it turned into a cough Because I swallowed down the wrong pipe Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right So I'm standing there embara**ed, if we were both in Paris I would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her But we in the middle of Whole Foods, and those foods Ain't supposed to beef, but you'd think they hated tofu Check-in line got rowdy, my vision got cloudy I started seein' circles like some Audi emblem I'm hearing them say, come on man Do this own your own time, get the hell on, man I walked out, hm, I got bout Half-way to my car when I heard shorty shout 3000, forgot your credit card - smart move By the way, my little sister loves your cartoon Well, here's my name and number If I ain't the one, lose it, if I am, use it If a man, chooses, and he can, do's it And he don't, don't take it personal, he might be might be swamped With making mozarella - no, making worlds better Cheese will come, believe me, I'm, never focused on the cash Ask Mel Gibson, Jesus Christ I'm bout the pa**ion [Verse 2: Lloyd] STOP, baby bring that thang back You know where my heart at Shawty, show ya boy some love Cause I'm about to lose it With the way you move it Makes me wanna get to it Girl tell me what it do I'll change the game for you I'm a playa, yes it's true, but... [Hook: Lloyd] Can I be for real? This is how I feel I'm in need of love So let's dip up out of here Oooh, you just my type Everything so right And I just wanna chill So let's dip up out of here Let's dip up out of here [Bridge: Lloyd] Ahh, ahh-ahh, ahhh-ahhhh... She's fine too, but I want you... Ahh, ahh-ahh, ahhh-ahhhh... She's fine too, but I want you... [Verse 3: Lloyd] I'll admit it, this just ain't no game These just ain't words that I'm spittin If you can see the thoughts that's in my head I'm trippin, I'm a player, it's true But I'll change the game for you Wanna see what it do, oooh... [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 4: Nas] Yeah, Nas be in the crib low, strip polin it Cold guinness, bitter taste, slim waist, I'm gon hit it We low-key baby, like a baritone Apple com-puter, e-mail me to come scoop ya Run through ya, undo ya bra, gimme medulla, uh Ya cute as a movie star, in sin city, hennessey, my love slave Lovin is pimpin, no rest 'have, with none of 'em I would leave every one of em, you just say it Just leave it where it is, he ain't aware of sleep and dogs lie But keep a sharp eye on him, cause I'm the wrong guy To wanna put this four-five on em, let's get it on, ma You got my nose wide open You already locked down and rot down, but so delicious If he get suspicious, bring up his old mistress I ain't dry-snitchin, but why should you be feelin bad Cause I be k**in that, huh? [Hook + Bridge]