[Intro]

This the remix, baby, yeah

You already know what it is

'Cause if you don't, you just don't know nothin'

Shit, period, stupid

[Verse]

You know me, I just be chillin' in the Phantom, listenin' to opera

Gun is my bodyguard, call it Kevin Costner

Probably won't stop if I get to poppin' them shots

You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots

Ha

Fuck around, see a flock of red dots

Smoke good, eat good

Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good

Just bought a Fleetwood

And I'ma put some D's on that bitch

Lookin' like I got a diamond disease on my wrist

Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks

I'm a dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick

Young Money, Cash Money

And we gon' get the money even if it kills y'all

And I'ma ride 'til the motherfuckin' wheels off

George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on

I'm cold, yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on

Beatin' up your block, yeah, I get my Emmett Till on

In the new edition, yeah, I get my Johnny Gill on

Keep a shotgun, yeah, I get my Jayson Will' on

Fuck it, Swizz, I'm still goin'

Black entertainment, yeah, I get my Stephen Hill on

Only to talk models, yeah, I get my Seal on

Make that chick rock, get my Amil on

Two girls, let 'em get they pill on

Let 'em get they feel on, I get my tip drill on

Hey, now, why you that ice grill on?

I leave you lookin' like you got a barbecue grill on

Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on

Real nigga, I get my keep it real on

And they be lyin' on wax like an earphone

Weezy Baby, the best from here on

Swizz, I'm in gear, homes

They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam

No homo, let 'em get they queer on

No commercial, I just take the Lear home

My girl, she get her Pam Grier on

She don't touch me, I got cashmere on

I ball and you just Erick Dampier, dog

I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on

Haha, Weezy the beast, Swizzy the monster

And we're gone

[Outro]

I'm stuffed