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Here We Go (Lil' Jon Remix) Lyrics

from Can't Stay Away

"Here We Go (Lil' Jon Remix)" is track #15 on the album Can't Stay Away. It was written by Carter, Shawn C / Casey, Harry Wayne / Kirkland, Joseph L / Shaw, Todd Anthony.
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"Here We Go (Lil' Jon Remix)" is track #15 on the album Can't Stay Away. It was written by Carter, Shawn C / Casey, Harry Wayne / Kirkland, Joseph L / Shaw, Todd Anthony.
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We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look, life's a bitch but I'm on her

I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
I'm your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga, "Whatever for the cash, I'm with"

I don't have step, I leave it in you're averix
Then shoot it it the air, whatever I have left
Outlaw, simply, I out draw y'all
Whether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all

Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas, I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper, I don't show my face up
Make a bet, I turn the ace up, Short and Jay, what?

I never stop making money, don't give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers 'til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch, I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that

I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few MC's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum

What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking, just cant be real
I don't need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels

I roll right up in the hood, I got tapes for sale
Bitches running in their house, they can't wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too Short tape
And he's spitting pimp game with his homeboy, Jay

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Now, here they come again, the gold diggas trying to get paid
Wanna trick the rich old niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick as soon as she meet him
Don't have to sell a body for me I don't need her

To turn tricks for me, how much you cost, bitch?
I'm all about large bank deposits
On and off the mic, I always set trends
Either you see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps

Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her

I don't fuck with broke hoes and I don't trick
But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine, I need some money
If she ain't kicking in all the time she don't want me

Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars, can't fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that

So real, when we drop this shit, it's in trouble
When I guess the pair, you gotta ship it double
I'm the independent phenom, y'all miniature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styles and Hennessey richa'

When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped, y'all, from the Grammy's to the back park

Short dog, y'all, what you thought, y'all? Oakland, B K, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Songwriters
Carter, Shawn C / Casey, Harry Wayne / Kirkland, Joseph L / Shaw, Todd Anthony

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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