Re-Up (Intro)-Clipse

Re-Up (Intro) - Clipse It's the remix, it's the remix It's the remix, Ginuwine Chitty chitty bang bang boom like a pow Everybody up in the club gettin' wild Drinks everywhere, the crowd is real loud Looks like we gon' be 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 now where my car keys at an' where my money at? Imma follow y'all to the ahh, where the honies are at? Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks an' grits Then hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse Look out for the po' po' Smokin' on the dro', dro' In them Air Force Ones an' that all white band new tee Plus I got these two hunnies tryna juke on me You've got the ignition an' girl, I've got the key It's the Piped Piper, so people follow me So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite So much, too many 'cause we ridin' tonight When it's that pimp talk, that, that pimp walk It's big pimpin' over here, playa, ya just start See, we're fresh with Air Ones, Lexus an' big drums Shirts, plenty, chicks, plenty, Cris, big fun Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns The Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun I'm sittin' in my truck, stakin' the club out Kill this last sip then go an' 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', get your a** over here An' get yourself a cup of this Cran an' Belvedere I'm all off in the corner with hunnies takin' flicks Baby in V.I.P. with lotsa chicks I'm pimped out now with low cut an' a pic G an' Big Tymers together, that's a hit Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up Head bobbin' like hell yeah? Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her 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 50,000 strong with their hands in the air Up an' down like hell yeah? I'm in the club with it on me, homey An' homey, 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 sh*t An' no, I'm never lonely or alone without that chrome An' I only keep it on me just in case we don't click Don't confuse the club atmosphere, we're strapped in here It just might explain malices, mack affair 55 thousand Prada pink wrist Two years ago, ni**a never pictured this Raise up the Cris, watch the bottle shake up Rollie like it was dipped in foundation makeup Nah ma, this is not your jake up This is what you call, 'Presidential Cake Up' Shake your money maker 'til the night break up Then be on your way soon as your a** wake up Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up Head bobbin' like hell yeah? Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her 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 50,000 strong with their hands in the air Up an' down like hell yeah? Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up Head bobbin' like hell yeah? Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her 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 50,000 strong with their hands in the air Up an' down like hell yeah? It's the remix, it's the remix It's the remix, its the remix It's Cash Money, y'all, it's The Eclipse, y'all It's Ginuwine, y'all, the Piped Piper, y'all It's Cash Money, y'all, it's The Eclipse, y'all It's Ginuwine, y'all, the Piped Piper, y'all