Lyrics:
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
spinnas
Three 6 how I'm ridin'
Still want spinnas
Still want spinnas
Still want spinnas
Sprewell when I'm slidin'
Still want spinnas
Still want spinnas
the heat come out
Cuz u could rub the lamp three times and still won't a muthafucka like me come out
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
type of nigga
A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him
White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim (no)
Now people they screaming out,
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
already went over the time
It's done it's a
Three minute round what's that?
Ten minutes? Garbage
Hold up, y'all trippin'
I got some injuries that lost my
you know we was signing to Jive
Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got,
was signing to Jive
Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got, love in the streets
I woke up cuttin' up girly on the beachfront I Got a wife, struck by the rallies when I
Re-upped She said she left the crib and ain't been home
It's
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
stylin
Money insane
My generals poppin bottle
I was buyin out planes just to fly around spain
Fuck a recession I'm still investin
Bout to buy dubai
was with the family
Catch me hanging
Down on Irvine
I remember Jamie had that spot down on peshine
That's around the time i tuned in with my 3rd eye
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
back around the way back em down like a Kit Kat
Nigga want his chick back
Riding around 4 flats
Took a 9 out bet a nigga still want that
Fucked up
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
Hit the gas can't pull up by a church we in a demon
Hop out palm angels I ain't made a hit but I got remix
Stop tripping about them bitches two
a fat Lex'
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up
Turn around and join whack
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