Testi musica canzoni

Chitti Chitti bang bang like a pow
Everybody up in the club gettin wild
Drinks everywhere the crowd is real
loud
Looks like we gonna be for a while
I'm so drunk I'm droolin at the mouth
Tryin to get someone to take me to my
house
So
Where my car keys and where my money at
I'm gonna follow ya'll to the ah where the honies are at
Cgimme so
cheese eggs steaks and grits
And hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse
Look out for the po po
Smokin on the dro
dro
In those Air force ones and all white band new tees
Plus I got these 2 hunnies tryin juke on me
You've got the
ignition and girl I got the key
It's the pide piper so people follow me
So fresh so fly so sweet so polite
So much to many (Cause we ridin tonight)
And its that pimp talk, that pimp walk
It's
big pimpin over here playa ya just start
See we're fresh with air one's Lexus and big drums
White shirt, plenty chicks,
plenty kris, big fun
Ma, you worry none the minks come with the guns
The prada the Gucci it's all in the bird fun

I'm sittin in mt truck, stakin the club out
Kill this last sip and go 'n' wild the F*** 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 and get you A** over here
Get yourself a
cup of this cran and belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with honies taking flicks
Baby in VIP cut and a pic
G and big
tymers together thats a hit
[Chorus]
Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned ip head bobbin like hell yeah
Have you ever seen a chic in the
club with a drink in her cup, booty shakin like hell yeah
Have you seen the Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club -
24s like hell yeah
Have you ever seen 20,000 strong with their hands in the air- up and down like hell yeah
I'm in the club with it on me Homey
And Homey you dont know me. I dont 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 S***
And no Im never lonley
Or alone
without that chrome
And I only keep it on me just in case we dont click
Dont confuse the club atmosphere
We're strapped
in here
And just might explain malisses mack affair
55 thousand Prada pink wrist
2 Years ago N**** never pictured this
raise up the kris watch the bottle shake up
Rollie
like it was dipped in froundation makeup
Nah ma this is not your jacob
This is what you call presidential cake up
Shake
your money maker
Til tyhe night break up
Then be on your way soon as you a** wake up
[Chorus 2X]
Woo it's the remix, woo it's the remix, woo it's the remix, woo its the remix
Cash money ya, Its The Clipse ya, Its
Ginuwine ya. The Pide Piper ya'll
Cash Money ya, it's The Clipse ya, It's Ginuwine ya, The Pipe Piper ya'll


[Thanks to i_c_u_143 for these lyrics]