Ooouuu Remix 1 lyrics

[Intro 1: Young M.A
Yo, bro, I think I had too much Hennessy, man
This Hennessy gettin' to me
I ain't gonna lie, I'm a little smizz
I'm a little drizz
But we in the club, man
OOOUUU

[Verse 1: Young M.A.]
Yeah they hate but they broke though (But they broke though)
And when it's time to pop they a no-show (Where they at?)
Yeah, I'm pretty but I'm loco (Yeah, I'm loco)
The loud got me movin' slow-mo
Ayo, Tweetie, where the hoes, bro? (Where the hoes, bro?)
Ayo, Keys, where the hoes though? (Yo, where the hoes though?)
That other n*gga, he a bozo (He a bozo)
It's M.A, you don't know ho? (You don't know ho?)
We got liquor by the boatload (That Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe, that's a no-no (That's a no-no)
All my n*ggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code (That's the bro

[Intro 2: Takbar]
pus*y
You's a b*tch ass n*gga, n*gga
Never did nothing in your f*cking life
What's your resume, you's a male stripper n*gga
None of the real n*ggas in Cali f*ck with you n*gga
You know I'm plugged in and you know who this is talking pus*y
You always showed me the utmost respect n*gga
You's a b*tch n*gga
Never did nothing in your life how dare you play with n*ggas like us
What the f*ck is your resume?

[Verse 2: Omelly]
Its Osama Twin Llamas and I'ma f*ck around
Why you worried about Meek? Sit your gay ass down
Actin' like you that n*gga when you a f*ckin' clown
You wanna rumble? I got the 30 on me right now
Swing a punch, bop, bop, you goin' right down
Barkin' up the wrong tree, it's time to bite now
Ain't no more coppin' pleas, it's on sight now
Trigger finger itchin', f*ck the wait, strike now

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I just got out the pool
Skinny n*gga sittin' on that money like the jews
Only time we make it to the TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig?
Young n*ggas trappin' out them benches, you dig?
You gon' be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin' is senseless, it is

[Verse 4: The Game]
All rats gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This n*gga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullsh*t it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though

The n*gga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it

[Interlude 1: Kanye West + Game]
You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye…) You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
n*ggas ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans

[Verse 5: Montana of 300]
These haters on my di*k p*ss em off
Take a pic with his b*tch flick him off
These rappers trying to steal my swag get the sauce
They sold they soul for a loan n*ggas lost
I was lit like a new torch,streets was my new sport
Belt buckle double g's like two forks
Was drug dealing freakin balling like I'm Too $hort
Was serving n*ggas in the mall like a food court

[Verse 6: French Montana]
I heard they hatin' on the Coke Boy
Since Chinx die I ain't even trust the popo
Watch blue face, got it in the chokehold
I be the new Ma$e, I kill 'em with the slow flow
Han, like I ain't got the recipe
Watchin' Love & Basketball, Sanaa next to me
Ooouuu, and a model next to me
Hah, call her Santiago, I call her Stephanie
Puff told me "get that money French"
Stay close, watch my moves, make 100 quick

[Verse 7: Remy Ma]
Yeah, they hate, but them hoes know
Remy got the city in a chokehold
I got the slammer by my chooch, yo
It shoot from anywhere; that's a GoPro
Ayo, TT, where them hoes go?
They scared to death for my solo
Quick to smack a hoe, even Joe know
Been doing that since he was spittin' "Flow Joe"
Y'all f*ck for free, that pus*y promo
Jermaine Dupri; your whole career is so-so

[Verse 8: Yo Gotti]
Fresh up off a tour, I'm in grind mode
Walk in new Chanels, where you find those?
And I can count a million with my eyes closed
And quit postin that b*tch n*gga to my hoes
n*ggas own they jewelry and they lease it
n*ggas getting too high, they out here tweaking
And I still get head from a chubby chick
And every now and then I hit an ugly b*tch

[Inturdule 2: Young Ma & The Game]
OOOUUU, OOOUUU
These haters on my body, shake 'em off
OOOUUU, OOOUUU
When the rats start snitching break em off!

[Intro 3: Takbar & Beanie Sigel]
pus*y n*gga! (Mumbles)
I got on gold headphones, gold chain
Gold on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you ain't getting money, boy, you lame
pus*y
This ain't about East or West neither n*gga
Its about n*ggas and b*tches, power and money
Riders and punks
n*gga you been a b*tch n*gga
You don't do nothing that we do n*gga
You don't get down like we do
We applying pressure on you b*tch ass n*gga
You know what I'm saying
n*ggas already know man Tak, Bossilini, a underboss
Beanie Sigel
One phone call I'm in LA in three hours
The bully, please don't bring me out of retirement
Aye Mac chill let me do my thing I got him

[Clip From Paid In Full]
You rat bast*rd!