Plies - Dey Know (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Shawty Lo] Yeah, Shawty Lo and the Big Cats Yeah, it's the remix so bring your top hat What you talking bout, it's L-O I rap now it's rap schizo Thirty bands, fo shizzo Eight balls same price as the kilo I'm a boss, handle my B-I And I got them same kinda guns like T.I See I been that way since knee high Real dope boys so you know I trap or dizzi No lizzi, I'm hizzi Like Kells I believe I can flizzy And yeah I'll see you later Big ups to all my haters [Verse 2: Ludacris] Guard your woman dawg or I'll take her You'll hear her scream from College Park to Decatur I was a snotty nose with no paper Now my crib sittin on twenty-two acres Get it right fool I gets money (yep) If you think Ludas not filthy you's a dummy (yep) I was allergic to the roof on the cutty So I took the top off like a Playboy Bunny Catch me pimpin in a robe and some slippers Riding down 85 while I'm stunting on my Gixxer Mouth full of swishers or riding with your sister And six David Beckhams or a trunk full of kickers Take a picture of the mister it'll last long And these haters get stretched out like a bad thong So partner mash on or get mashed up Think you can f** with Luda then put a million of your cash up [Hook] L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know [x4] [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I'm in my Cool Whip, inside's Jello Hop up out that pretty muthaf**a like hello (Hello) Hello, ladies how you doing That n***a crazy girl, don't say nothin to him They know they know I got white low low Rob who, take what (gun co*ks) hello They know I give a f** about them haters Young jizzle been getting paper Granite, wheels on the coup like savors Hit da club with twenty broads like Flava I'm on the top floor no neighbors Who you kidding I get my 87's tailored [Verse 4: Plies] Went from two ounces to a Maserati First rap check bought choppers for everybody Before they know what's under my shirt the Glock 40 Get twenty-five a show next month I want forty Born a real n***a but I die a goon Just bought a new choppa gon use it real soon Got the streets on lock homie I can't lose Put me anywhere I'm the realest n***a in the room Take a look at me I'm what you call street approved Got a lot haters but even more tools I play dumb homie but neva been a fool Cut my dog off I heard he snitchin too [Hook] [Verse 5: Lil' Wayne] Now what I look like And if it ain't money then I don't look right And that don't sound right I swear you can get a full clip not a sound bit SU-WU gang and if you ain't with it then you in the food chain I'm in that wide body I'm a need two lanes Blue Seats white paint wetter than new rain Like a white person with blue veins I keep a black Glock red dot blue flame Feet hanging out the window jock my shoe game Cause all my kicks fly like Lu Kang Old player new game I'm focused I'm thinking like I got two brains I'm in my prime I feel like a new Wayne How come there is two women but ain't no two Waynes I don't know what you do but I do thangs It's Mr. Every-Time-You-See-Me-Got-A-New-Chain My flow crazy I ain't too sane But I am thee sh** and they just poop stain [Hook]