Whoever thought this a happen?
Hey yo, that bum nigga rappin,' took it the top, now I won't stop
I remember bein' broke cause if I didn't nigga
I'd be frontin,' reminisicin' where your nigga at?
Ain't nuthin,' never thought about the hot outfits, jewelry or the celly
Back then we was in the skelly
Shorties with the barrettes, candy in the bag
The handgun, remember when we shot the fair one? 
A nigga like me had the motherfuckin' pro players and my Lees on 
For a nickel got my squeeze on 
Fly balls off the wall in the schoolyard  
Swear to gods got my first quickie in school garage

[Chorus]
I remember those days
You and I gettin' paid
Now we got it made, oh yeah
I remember, I remember

Aiyo, we open gates and let the dogs chase us home after school 
Until my nigga Skee got bit, yo, but that was cool
We took him to the crib we laughin', growin' up 
We drinkin' liquor on the stool while he throwin' up
We runnin' from school security, besides that the 102 cops 
Yo, the man was my grandpops
He used to air me out, he never tried to even motherfuckin' hear me out 
No punishment, but here we out
We back at it again, me and my men 
Yo what was realest when us niggas ?????
And all we wanna know does anybody fuckin' care?
And why this trouble follow me every fuckin' where?

[Chorus]

Aiyo, we used to hot wire cars, bragged about the scars we collected 
Tryin’ to escape from them older guys up at the bars
They never let us bang, let's act ???????
We knew they had a crew, but yo our crew was thick
OK, now we graduated from junior high
We into badder bitches, caine, getting money yo, we livin’ fly
We got the Jordan and ball, we got the weed and all
When Chris died yo we felt there was no need to fall
We seen it all, from welfare lines, all them good and bad times
Back then I wish I had rhymes
I got my childhood name from my wild hood
Sling still, as though it was a good thing

[Chorus] 3x

[Missy Elliott & P. Diddy]
Yeah
Watch out
Big dogg [this is the remix]
Big dogg [This is the remix]
(Missy Elliot)
Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!)
When I come through the door
I'm on the floor
You wanna see my ass shake yeah
Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!)
And when I move it around
You in the corner like DANG how she do that there?
Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!)
It's the beat in the mean time
See I'm a crime, I keep the crowd jumpin'
Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!)
It's the haters that hate the game, and talkin loud
You aint sayin nothin!
Remix (Uh!)
Mr. Cheeks big dogg
My boys, they put it heavy on the trissat
Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!)
High hats, baseline (bom, bom, bom, bom blat, blat get at!)
Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!)
It's the remix (goddamn)
It don't get no better
Remix (Uh!)
Y'all suckers and busters bein fly too
Q you better get up!
Uh!

[Chorus]
Shorty
Turn it around, let me see somethin
Come with me, and there really gonna be somethin
I'm talkin lights, camera, action
Have me sayin' "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"
Turn it around, let me see somethin
Come with me, and there really gonna be somethin
I'm talkin lights, camera, action
Have me saying "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

[P. Diddy]
It's time for some action
Camera's flashin
Everywhere, main attraction
They react like I'm one of the Jacksons
I guess it's just my name that attracts them
Remix
World famous PD
I moved in, I live on TV (Remix)
And I stay on your radio stations
Cuz I'm placed in heavy rotation
Remix
Now let's shake to this
How much more can you make to this
(Wooo hoooo!)
I like the sound of that
Tell the bartender to send another round to that
Remix
I don't know where they found you at
Just keep movin round like that
Take it to the ground and back
Oh!  She's serious
Now turn around one time
I'm curious
Yeah, this…is…the…remix
Yeah

[Chorus]

[Mr. Cheeks]
Remix (Yo!)
I'm that nigga that come through with the crew hit the bar start to roll shit
Remix (Yo!)
I bet when the world get a load of this here they be like "oh shit!"
Remix (Yeah)
The type of joint that make a nigga take a chick back to the tele-kere
Remix (Oh!)
Big things
Mr. Cheeks, P. Diddy, and Missy Elliot
Remix (Yo!)
I got my bottle of Mo
My double shot of Jack and I play the background
Remix (Yo!)
Until I see something
Now I'm really wantin
And I go and lay my mack down
Remix (Oh!)
The dance floor's packed
We on the tables, and we bounce on the seats too
Now you understand work, big niggas, and hot ass lyrics and beats too
(GOOOODAMN!)
Thane on the track with Mr. Cheeks
And the m-to the s-I-e-
Spittin shit in cambridge
Around 60 degrees, in Carolina
Mr. Petey, Petey, take your shirt off
Spin it one time for me
SAYY HHHOOOWWWW
Get your freak on
In the remix
In the V, Philly or The City
Love those who got love for me
Hold those who be holdin me
Ddddddown all the way down to the ggggground with me
(YESSSIR!)
Hit the bar, next round on me
Get drunk, get y'all loose
Anybody see gon be P
Petey Pab on the star in the Ms. Jackson beat (DAMN!)
Got the whole club with me (DAMN!)
Shorty with you I'd miss jack the freak
Stick your tongue out (EWWWWWW!)
In here

I'm talkin to these motherfuckers
Yea, ok
Yea, ooh, ooh (This one's a vivrant thing)
LB, G.I. one fam, oh my (Bounce with me now)
Big, dawg, hot (I'm talkin, this gone be somethin now)
Mr. Cheeks, whoo (I'm talkin lights, camera, action)
Ohhhh Kay (Get down now)
Big dawg now one shot deal shit

Yea, ok
Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Money spent, niggas gettin bent, chicks in front of me
Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin somethin
I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin somethin
Booties dancin 'round a nigga and I'm killin one
Killin one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin buns
Plus I'm do' low at a table - I'm fuckin with this chick,
with a phat body and the ring up in her navel
Dances around, she struts with the "fuck" walk
Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk
Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu
Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you
You's a real bad girl, a nigga need that
Sippin on ya Henny, askin where the weed at
Lemme put you onto somethin
You fuckin with a big nigga, no frontin

[Chorus] 2x
Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin
Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin
Yea, I'm talkin lights, camera, action
Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I love the way it's goin down she got the thong on
She started bouncin more once she heard the "Thong Song"
Them high heels got them calves lookin right too
Shorty come live with me for the night true
Shit I'm only tryin to holla - it's only right you holla back
So where you headed lemme follow that
Now word up I got plans for you
It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do
The way you move to the music - it make a nigga wanna,
take you up outta here, go somewhere, loose it
And your physique is off the chain
It's gonna be hard gettin you off the brain
I mean we could take a drive in the X5
The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide
You's a dime piece, I'm tryin to see somethin
Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin

[Chorus] 2x

I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet
And I'm hopin that it's you that a nigga get
Hear them callin out ya name, I geuss ya showtime
Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb
Toes out, back showin off the tat-toooo
Fuck the dumb shit, a nigga had to snatch youuuu
Lookin as good as ya smell, pay your own bills
Ask officer, cuz your pushin your own wheels
Yea I'm feelin you tryin to see the deal with you
What's goin on, later on, can I chill with you?
We can do anything that you wanna do
You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you
Get ya dance on
Love the way you make the moves with no pants on
Let's ride!
Bounce to ya man's song
Let's get to goin, it's goin on before the chance gone
Next stop

[Chorus] 4x

Yo, turn with me now
Do my thing, hey swing with me now
Big dawg now, one shot deal shit
Keep it tight, and this is how we steal shit
It's that real shit, it's that new shit
How we come thru shit
Mr. Sexy keep shit hot with us
Let's go get it, niggas tryed to come get us
Back, niggas know my fuckin style
Got the booties in the back, HEY meanwhile
We just suckin and smokin and drinkin
Hey man, what the fuck is they thinkin
Aww shit, we's high tonite
Well my nigga said "Let's ride tonite"
We out in Miami
We in New York
Twist the cap, pop the cork
Yea shorty, lemme see somethin
Fuckin with me and my team, yea it's gone be somethin
I'm talkin 'bout lights, camera, action
Had a nigga singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"
Yea, oh, ha-ha, sorry Ms. Jackson
Shorty actin like she ready for some action