[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 chilling in the Phantom, listening to opera
Gun is my bodyguard, call it "Kevin Costner"
Prolly won't stop if I get to poppin them shots
You n***as is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
Haha
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
Looking 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 motherfucking wheels off
George Gervin: I'ma get my chill on
I'm cold! Yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on
Beating 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 going
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 looking like you got a barbecue grill on
Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on'
Real n***a: I get my "keep it real" on
And they be lying on wax, like a 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, dawg
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on
Haha! Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster
And we're gone!
[Outro]
I'm stuffed