Ginuwine, Birdman - Hell Yeah lyrics

[Ginuwine, Birdman - Hell Yeah lyrics]

G wizzle uh, I just wanna do it surreal
Woo, we gon' do it like MJ used to do it
You know what I'm sayin', I'm like that kind
Woo, Woo, Woo check me out

Have you ever seen the thug in the
Club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen the chick in the
Club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up
In the front of the club
24's like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen fifty thousand strong
With their hands in the air
Up and down like (Hell yeah)

So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many, but we ridin' tonight
Well, it's that pimp talk that
Ain't that pimp walk
It's big pimpin' over here, player
That just started
See, we fresh with Air Ones
Lexus and big drums
(Chips, Plenty Chicks, Plenty crisp, big fun)
Ma, you worry none
The minks come with the guns
Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun

I'm sittin' in my truck, snakin' the club out
Kill this last sip, then go wild the fuck out
Up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much coochie in the atmosphere
So girl
Quit frontin' and get yo ass over here
And get yourself a cup of
This Crown and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with honeys takin'
(Flicks)
They be in the VIP with lots of (Chicks)
I'm pimped out now, low cut, and a (Pick)
G and Big Tymers together, that's a hit

Have you ever seen the thug in the
Club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen the chick in the
Club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up
In the front of the club
24's like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen fifty thousand strong
With their hands in the air
Up and down like (Hell yeah)

So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean
Why you're doin' the damn thing
Any more room for me in those jeans
Uh huh, uh huh we got so many rooms in the
Swiss like we were Swiss sailors
Mami givin' me head like she's a brain doner
A pool party in my crib up in Daytona
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh

Mami walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, 23's on our feet
Say mami, you look good, mami, you're so fly
You need a D-Boy
Come over here and get superfly

Have you ever seen the thug in the
Club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen the chick in the
Club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up
In the front of the club
24's like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen fifty thousand strong
With their hands in the air
Up and down like (Hell yeah)

Said we love them cars and
We love them chicks
And we love them parties and
We love that Cris'
And we love them houses and we love that ice
And when we rollin' through your hood
We love to shoot that dice

Have you ever seen the thug in the
Club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen the chick in the
Club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up
In the front of the club
24's like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen fifty thousand strong
With their hands in the air
Up and down like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen the thug in the
Club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen the chick in the
Club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up
In the front of the club
24's like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen fifty thousand strong
With their hands in the air
Up and down like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen the thug in the
Club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen the chick in the
Club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like (Hell yeah)
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up
In the front of the club
24's like (Hell yeah)
Have you ever seen fifty thousand strong
With their hands in the air
Up and down like (Hell yeah)

Haha, yo Kelly you outdid
Yourself on this one, boy
Good lookin', uh

Woo, that joint was hot
You know thats a smash, you know how we do
I'm tellin' you
They told me the club was killin' it
We walk through the club
You know what's gon' happen
(Yo, hold on, hold on) yo Ma'
Ma (Ooh wee)
Yo, yo, hold up, let me get a minute
Come here, girl (She got some friends)
Yo, hold up, baby
(Damn, can I at least get out the car?)
Haha, I'm sorry, yo yo, what's up, ma'am?
I see you walkin' buy yourself
What's your name? (Brooklyn)
Damn girl, you lookin' good
Y'know what I'm sayin'
I'm here wit' my boys, y'know what I'm sayin'
Just chillin' doin' a show, doin' my thing
Y'know what I'm saying
I'm tryna get at you we here, doin' nothin'
Tryna have some fun
Show me some fun in your city
Can I get ya number? (yeah, you got a pen?)
Nah, I got my cell It's new years, baby, haha
Aight, what's ya number? (212-833-5050)
Aight, cool, aight now
What's a good time, 10? 11?
(I mean, whenever anytime is good)
I like it when they down, ahh
Aight baby, I'll holla at you, aight?
(Aight) one (Take care)
Damn, baby, hold on, hold on, hold on
Any more room for me in those jeans?

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