Yeah yeah yeah lyrics by Terror squad

Album: True story


Remy Martin
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it

Verse One: Remy Martin
You see the girl get it popping like no other
Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her
I'm on some chill shit
But if you fronting then I will flip
I'll give it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real
You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till
First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal
My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills
And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood
smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood
And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good
I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could
And now I got him good, he believes me and he should
Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would
I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out
I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out Damn!
Oh God its Remy Martin
In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets
Nigga!

Hook: Remy Martin
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Remy
Oh God!

Verse Two: Fat Joe
Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit cockpit
Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith yeah
Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck ok
All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet ok
Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago noo!
I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago noo!
I got cribs better year estates man man
I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam fam
Still niggaz wanna go against Crack Crack!
But that's like ??? going against Shaq Shaq!
And that's too much diesel, I got too much people people
Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you leave you!
And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip
But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament
Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch
Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!
She got a problem, I can help her with that
Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack
Bet he won't do nothin nope
Frontin like he gon' do somethin nope
Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting talk to him!
Talk to me, c'mon

Hook: Remy Martin
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah!

Fat Joe
Yeah, feel that right there
Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there
It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers
True Story, BX Burough, Uh!


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Date:2003-03-20
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