Re-Up (Intro) - Clipse

It's the remix, it's the remix

It's the remix, Ginuwine

Chitty chitty bang bang boom like a pow

Everybody up in the club gettin' wild

Drinks everywhere, the crowd is real loud

Looks like we gon' be for a while

I'm so drunk, I'm just droolin' at the mouth

Tryin' to get somebody to take me to my house

So now where my car keys at an' where my money at?

Imma follow y'all to the ahh, where the honies are at?

Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks an' grits

Then hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse

Look out for the po' po'

Smokin' on the dro', dro'

In them Air Force Ones an' that all white band new tee

Plus I got these two hunnies tryna juke on me

You've got the ignition an' girl, I've got the key

It's the Piped Piper, so people follow me

So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite

So much, too many 'cause we ridin' tonight

When it's that pimp talk, that, that pimp walk

It's big pimpin' over here, playa, ya just start

See, we're fresh with Air Ones, Lexus an' big drums

Shirts, plenty, chicks, plenty, Cris, big fun

Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns

The Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun

I'm sittin' in my truck, stakin' the club out

Kill this last sip then go an' wild the f**k out

I walk up in the club with my hands in the air

There's so much coochie in the atmosphere

So girl, quit frontin', get your a** over here

An' get yourself a cup of this Cran an' Belvedere

I'm all off in the corner with hunnies takin' flicks

Baby in V.I.P. with lotsa chicks

I'm pimped out now with low cut an' a pic

G an' Big Tymers together, that's a hit

Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up

Head bobbin' like hell yeah?

Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her cup

Booty shakin' like hell yeah?

Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club

24s like hell yeah?

Have you ever seen 50,000 strong with their hands in the air

Up an' down like hell yeah?

I'm in the club with it on me, homey

An' homey, you don't know me, I don't want it

I just want to find a roney to go home with, not hold the phone with

Spend money on it, chick, I'm on, gotta have her own sh*t

An' no, I'm never lonely or alone without that chrome

An' I only keep it on me just in case we don't click

Don't confuse the club atmosphere, we're strapped in here

It just might explain malices, mack affair

55 thousand Prada pink wrist

Two years ago, ni**a never pictured this

Raise up the Cris, watch the bottle shake up

Rollie like it was dipped in foundation makeup

Nah ma, this is not your jake up

This is what you call, 'Presidential Cake Up'

Shake your money maker 'til the night break up

Then be on your way soon as your a** wake up

Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up

Head bobbin' like hell yeah?

Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her cup

Booty shakin' like hell yeah?

Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club

24s like hell yeah?

Have you ever seen 50,000 strong with their hands in the air

Up an' down like hell yeah?

Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned up

Head bobbin' like hell yeah?

Have you ever seen a chick in the club with a drink in her cup

Booty shakin' like hell yeah?

Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club

24s like hell yeah?

Have you ever seen 50,000 strong with their hands in the air

Up an' down like hell yeah?

It's the remix, it's the remix

It's the remix, its the remix

It's Cash Money, y'all, it's The Eclipse, y'all

It's Ginuwine, y'all, the Piped Piper, y'all

It's Cash Money, y'all, it's The Eclipse, y'all

It's Ginuwine, y'all, the Piped Piper, y'all