Hell Yeah (Remix)

LETRA

Hell Yeah (Remix)

(R.KELLY)
Chitti chitti bang boom like pow
Everybody up in the club gettin wild
Drinks everywhere the crowd is real loud
Looks like we gon be here for a while
I'm so drunk
I'm droolin at the mouth
Tryin to get someone to take me to my house
So
Now where my car keys and where my money at
I'm gonna follow y'all to the ah where the honies are at
Gimme some cheese eggs steak and grits
Then hit the after party with G and them boys the Clipse
Look out for the po po
Smokin on the dro dro
In those Air Force ones and all white brand new tees
Plus I got these two hunnies 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

(BABY)
So fresh so fly so sweet so polite
So much to many (cause we ridin tonight)
Well 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 bird fun

(GINUWINE)
I'm sittin in my 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 your a** over here
And get yourself a cup of the cran and belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with hones taking flicks
Baby in the VIP with lots of chicks
I'm pimped out now low 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 up
Head boppin 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
Well have you ever seen 50,000 strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell yeah

(CLIPSE)
I'm in the club with it on me Homey
And 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 s***
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

(CLIPSE)
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 foundation makeup
Nah ma this is not your jacob
This is what you call presidential cake up
Shake your money maker
Till the night break up
Then be on your way soon as your a** wake up

CHORUS 2x
Woo it's the remix 4x

Cash money ya
It's the Clipse ya
It's Ginuwine ya
The Pide Piper y'all 2x