Lyrics:
on highway 99
You had your sunglasses on
Under Seattle sun
Just on our way home like so many days gone by
But you made it different this time
Crawling
Location
West coast by the Pacific
Where the heinas look exquisite
And they get so explicit
And I'm with it (Simon)
I like the way you dance, hun
How'd
wit the boomin style, black as tar
Smokin, the E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip
And make a hit, so bust it
Some ain't feel the way I do when I
And we neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we
a friend along
To help me show my appreciation the right way
Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx
Mr. Foxx, Ladies
(Remix)
I love her 'cause she got her own
She
a remix
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All
Fuck your problem (Oh, yeah)
Fuck your posse (Oh, yeah)
You don't want no problem (Want no problem)
Hop out, pop it (Huh, pop it)
Fuck your posse (Fuck
ya,
Feel at home.
You'll need ___,
By my side,
Keepin' it ___,
Really funk-a-fied
A posse at my door,
With the whole ______,
We gonna make ya,
Enjoy
[Intro: Bizzy]
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit
Bizzy Bone, Bryon McCane
Shouts out to the family
plate (the M&M way)
Mama ain't really have a good job (let's have a field day)
But now she ain't never gotta have no job (no way, no way, no way
And this the remix, I done got a mil' now (yeah)
I got some heavy hitters, bitch, slime mob, yeah
Tell them spin again, they send shots fired (spin again)
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed
This the double back naw this ain't no remix[00:22.49]Ima make it legend like Lil Wayne with the prefix[00:25.04]Coming with a twistplot kill
Having my way with the shoppers
Stock boy stay with the product
Having my way with the shoppers
Baby they hate for no cost
Know they're going
To change for
posse
'Cause, I (I, I, I)
Always wonder when
You'll quit the crew
And be somebody
Two years
I sat up waiting by the telephone
So afraid that
This the remix (hahaha)
Is Miami in the house? (Sweet, sweet fantasy)
Is Atlanta in the house?
Is New York in the house?
Got that big, big energy
chase
Ogbe msi bia n’rep kwa my name
Popo jii my men chukwu make a way
Ogbe si nam bu the Voice of the streets
N’ogbemu eji bulletin eme rizzla
We are
obsessed
I'm not impressed with that
Imma leave him unaddressed
Now the pride got him depressed
All that shit come with that
Imma forgive, not forget, no
Blinded by, designer lines
Pushed love aside, yeah
Now you trying to find a way back in time
But me I'm fine
While I know you thinking 'bout me
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
a remix
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All
fun of him
I never forgave or forgot shit
I remember every one of em
Rich problems on the way
What you gon say when I pull up in one of em
Ima have 99
you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo' bitch is joinin' my posse
NANI
NANI
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
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