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Rick Ross - "Speedin (Remix)"
Lyrics to Speedin (Remix) : (feat. DJ Khaled, R. Kelly, Plies, Birdman, Busta Rhymes, DJ Drama, Webbie, Gorilla Zoe, Fat Joe, Torch, Gun Play, DJ Bigga Rankin, Flo-Rida, Brisco and Lil Wayne) [DJ Khaled:] Remix. Speedin Remix, the movement. I introduce you to the projects, I introduce you to the hood I introduce you to the ghetto, I introduce you to Rick Ross The boss is back. Trilla, this the remix, Speedin remix. We the best! [Plies:] This for all my goons, reppin on pills Speedin to make me run in your crib Put they offer behind your wheel Monkey suit, black mask, city boy gear Slippin got alot of niggas whacked this year Been up two days straight homie no sleep Ridin with choppas lurkin Fo deep Jumpin out on the first thing look sweet Double stacks got the goons grittin teeth Car full of throw away big boy heat Two brand new Ks hangin off seats Yeah it got me speedin all week [Birdman:] G4 straight from the NO We gettin money stay fly til the next show We got money stay fly til we get more We got bitches high rollin with this cash flow Put the H in the hood Put a 1 on the good put a slab on the wood Me and Ross doin good 100 million dollars nigga hangin in the hood [Busta Rhymes:] Im doin donuts in the streets pedal to the glass My lord of Murcielago max on the dash Speedin niggas cant see me in the blink of a flash You got to slow motion to flick so you can see me when I pass You know just what to do when you see me gettin my cash When I pull up drop the bags and' Im doing the dash No confusion understand no gimmicks Duke is like the Autobahn disregardin the speed limits Fast life, fast broads, lets get it fast buddy Fast food, fast cars we gettin fast money Fuck the talk we been doing this, heat it up And when you bringin me my cake you better speed it up [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin, Im speedin I cant stop its all I know From a youngin I was taught get doe Im speedin, speedin, Im speedin [Webbie:] Its all a big ricky in my brand new Bentley Doing above 50 fin to get another mill tickets I aint bein funny I dont see the competition Since a youngin get the money all I ever comprehended Business hall ass ball til you fall yeah Yall sit on yall ass, now I see why yall mad Im leaving yall ass, I aint seein yall ass Never cross that line put 3 in yall face [Gorilla Zoe:] 17.5 god damn liar Country niggas playin damn near 25 Who gon pick them up pick up them up first flight Call Ricky Ross hell yeah high five Throw them in the trunk and Ill tape them to the fender Scrapin off the plate like a niggas eatin dinner Im speedin shorty you trippin If you see the blue lights homie Im dippin [Fat Joe:] Niggas want hood rep the hood back Shit Joey the don they call me cooked crack If you look at them wrong you get it pushed back From rags to riches they never look back Im watchin pelicans fly me and Rick racing Diddy on boats Throwin money in the air and you niggas just chumps New york New York big city of dreams Im a hustla baby Im addicted to cream Im talking money, cars, hoes, bitches Cappadon suit let the feds take pictures 88 pose just me and my niggas Thank god for that white if you feelin religious [Torch:] I grew up on the crime side the New York Times side Nickel and dimes to survive Fresh out the can million dollar plan Tryin to triple up that weed money nahh Im sayin Precise with the white pirates a job my job to make it hard Only way up out the hood rap crack or playin ball Aint nobody touchin the plate if I aint eatin Fuck it hand me 220 on the dash let me see it [Gun Play:] Rest in peace Chad Butler, Ill see you when I get there But for now Im doin 90 in a cigarette with bitches Lookin back on last year laughin at the mirror Im on TV I look a little clearer You look a little worried chill and smell the money in the bag Im a crash too many hundreds on the dash Killah come ride with me... nah I mean... holla at me Trilla, Gun Play, Triple C Im outta here [Chorus] [Flo-Rida:] [' ] on the digital dash I go ghetto miles per hour no speed pass I did know got my momma pregnant this fast They said that he my daddy Its good times junior last saw me was in a caddy Speedin this time the snitches wont tell I was MTV when the ball dropped player Tila in my Tequila before I struck out the 12 Big Apple with apple bottoms the haters can go to hell Number one on billboards Mr. Rubberband boy Like a boy-yoing-yoing [' ] [Brisco:] Im livin life in the fast lane with no Ls or brakes Why should I care about tomorrow when Im doin it today No insurance on the Chevy but its ok Tell them catch me if they can while Im speedin away Ride in HOV, Im sprayin nitrous so they cant see me See me Im POE Everytime I come around And I would if I could but I cant slow down [Rick Ross:] What they need just to give a nigga life Give him 20 years just to feed a nigga rice Put me in a hoe just to let me see the light Theres some niggas out here free aint even livin right Five star gs my car leased If you got the heat puttin H on the streets Heroin haven heroin graven You would think I was a heroin baby Its a new year, new year, new money New Louie shoes but they cost a few hundred Left the tip case still bought them new Tommys Got more scrilla for niggas with new drama [Lil Wayne:] Young Money hookin up with Ross Top way back left foot up out the Porsche Right foot flat, Im good up in the Porsche Ohh there I go Shaq tryin to pull up on the Porsche But I burn that cop on my way to Opa-Locka Brisco holla back Ill be at at here in fact Like I left somethin soon as I left somethin Told me go to diamonds and just go and Weezy F somethin Ferrari F run Lamborghini test run Call me weather man I make it rain in my chest sunny Got your honey I dont give a damn about the raps honey Cash Money, Young Money never ever less money All we do is get money all we do is bet money All we do is let money, go and get money Now thats money Young Weezzzzyyyyyyyyy Baby [ Speedin (Remix) Lyrics ]
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