Terror Squad, Remy, Fat Joe - Yeah Yeah Yeah (Album Version (Explicit))

[00:00.73] (Remy Martin) [00:01.28] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [00:02.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [00:04.90] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [00:06.62] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [00:08.33] Yeah yeah yeah yeah [00:09.28] Check it [00:09.57] (Verse One: Remy Martin) [00:09.95] You see the girl get it popping like no other [00:12.29] Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter [00:15.43] My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game [00:18.67] But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her [00:21.06] I'm on some chill shit [00:22.15] But if you fronting then I will flip [00:24.03] I'll give it to a little chick real quick [00:25.85] Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real [00:28.24] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till [00:31.10] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal [00:33.66] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills [00:36.17] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood [00:37.81] Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood [00:40.78] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good [00:43.75] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could [00:46.31] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should [00:48.83] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would [00:51.31] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out [00:54.57] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!) [00:57.29] Oh God its Remy Martin [00:59.19] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets [01:01.79] Nigga! [01:02.52] (Hook: Remy Martin) [01:03.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [01:04.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [01:07.05] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [01:08.54] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [01:10.60] Yeah yeah yeah yeah [01:11.60] (Remy) [01:12.12] Oh God! [01:13.08] (Verse Two: Fat Joe) [01:13.95] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit) [01:15.62] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah) [01:17.72] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok) [01:20.33] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok) [01:22.29] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!) [01:25.27] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!) [01:27.55] I got cribs better year estates man (man) [01:30.74] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam) [01:33.31] Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!) [01:36.05] But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!) [01:38.10] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people) [01:41.58] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!) [01:43.56] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip [01:45.78] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament [01:48.44] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch [01:51.08] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick! [01:53.42] She got a problem, I can help her with that [01:56.25] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack [01:58.16] Bet he won't do nothin (nope) [01:59.71] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope) [02:01.75] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!) [02:03.75] Talk to me, c'mon [02:04.83] (Hook: Remy Martin) [02:05.78] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [02:07.14] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [02:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [02:10.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [02:12.64] Yeah yeah yeah yeah [02:13.88] Yeah! [02:15.15] (Fat Joe) [02:17.73] Yeah, feel that right there [02:19.53] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there [02:24.28] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar [02:28.16] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers [02:33.05] True Story, BX Burough, Uh! [03:06.27]