Birdman - Hell Yeah (Remix) lyrics

[R. Kelly] Whoo It's the remix Whoo It's the remix Whoo It's the remix Whooo [R. Kelly] Chitty chitty bang bang boom like a pow Everybody off in the club getting wild Drinks everywhere the crowd is real loud Looks like we gone be hear for a while I'm so drunk I'm just droolin at the mouth Trying to get somebody to take me to my house Now where my car keys at, and where my money at I'ma follow yall till the ihop where the honeys at Give me some cheese egg steak and gritz Then hit the after party with G and em boys Clipse Whoo whoo whooo Look out for the po po Whoo whoo whooo Smoking on the dro dro And them Air Force Ones and that all white brand new tee Plus I get these j**el honies tryin to juke on me You've got the Ignition and girl I've got the key It's the pied piper so people follow me [Baby] Hey hey hey hey So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite So much, too many, cuz we ridin tonight Well, it's that pimp talk that ain't that pimp walk It's big pimpin over here, player, that just started See, we fresh with Air Ones, Lexus and big drums [Ginuwine] Chips, Plenty Chicks, Plenty crisp, big fun [Baby] Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun [Ginuwine] I'm sittin in my truck, stakin the club out k** this sip then go wild the f** out Walk up in the club with my hands in the air There's so much coochie in the atmosphere So girl, quit frontin and get you're a** over here And get yourself a cup of this Crown and Belvedere I'm all off in the corner with honeys takin flicks Baby be in the VIP with lots of chicks I'm pimped out now, low cut, and a pick G and Big Tymers together, thats a hit [Hook] Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up Head bobbin like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup Booty shakin like hell, yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club Twenty-fours like hell, yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell, yeah [Malice] Ohh what, It's on me, Let's go I'm in the club with it on me, homie And homie you don't know me I don't want it I just wanna find a roni to go home with Not hold the phone with Spend money on the chick I'm on, gotta have her own sh** And no Im never lonely or alone without that chrome And I only keep it on me just incase we don't click Don't confuse the club atmosphere We strapped in here This just might explain Malice's lack of fear [Pusha T] 55 thousand prada pink wrist 2 years ago never picture this Raise up the Cris' Watch the bottle shake up Rolled it like it was dipped in foundation make up Na ma this is not yah Jacob This is what ya call presidential cake up Shake ya moneymaker until the night break up Then be on your way as soon as your a** wake up [Hook - Ginuwine] 2x Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up Head bobbin like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the 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 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell, yeah Whooo It's the Remix Whooo It's the Remix Whooo It's the Remix Whooo It's the Remix