Ginuwine - Hell Yeah[Remix] Lyrics

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GINUWINE LYRICS 

Hell Yeah (Remix) 

Woah its the remix 
Woah its the remix 
Woah its 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 droolin at the mouth 
Tryin to get somebody to take me to my house 
So 
Where my car keys at 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 
Your a ooo ooo ooo 
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

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lyrics submitted by carduss01
lyrics corrected by scrats on 14-02-2005