Hell Yeah (Remix) Lyrics

Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, Genuine

Chitti chitti bang bang boom like a pow
Everybody up in the club gettin' wild
Drinks everywhere, the crowd is real loud
Looks like we gonna be here for a while
I'm so drunk, I'm just droolin' at the mouth
Tryin' to get somebody to take me to my house, so
So now where my car keys at? And where my money at?
I'm gonna follow y'all to the, ah, where the honeys at
Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks and grits
And hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse

Your a ooo ooo ooo
Look out for the po po
Ooo ooo ooo
Smokin' on the dro dro
In them Air Force One's and all white band new tees
Plus I got these two honeys tryin' juke on me
You've got the ignition and girl, I've got the key
It's the Pide Piper so people follow me

So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much too many 'cause we ridin' tonight
And it's 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 my truck, stakin' the club out
Kill this last sip and go wild the f**k 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*s over here
And get yourself a cup of this Cran and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with honey's taking flicks
Baby in the VIP with lots of chicks
I'm pimped now, low cut and a pic
G and Big Tymers together, that's a hit

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
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Oh 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 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 shit
And no, I'm never lonely or alone without that chrome
And I only keep it on me just in case we don't click
Don't confuse the club atmosphere, we're strapped in here
And just might explain malisses mack affair

55 thousand Prada pink wrist
Two years ago, nigga never pictured this
Raise up the Kris, watch the bottle shake up
Rollie like it was dipped in foundation, makeup
Nah Ma, this is not your Jacob
This is what you call presidential cake up
Shake your money maker until the night break up
Then be on your way as soon as your a*s wake up

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
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

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
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix

It's the cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all
It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pide Piper y'all
Cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all
It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pipe Piper y'all