"Hell Yeah (Remix)"
(feat. R Kelly, Baby & Clipse)

Chitti Chitti bang bang like a pow
Everybody up in the club gettin wild
Drinks everywhere the crowd is real
loud
Looks like we gonna be for a while
I'm so drunk I'm droolin at the mouth
Tryin to get someone to take me to my
house
So
Where my car keys and where my money at
I'm gonna follow ya'll to the ah where the honies are at
Cgimme so
cheese eggs steaks and grits
And hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse
Look out for the po po
Smokin on the dro
dro
In those Air force ones and all white band new tees
Plus I got these 2 hunnies tryin juke on me
You've got the
ignition and girl I got the key
It's the pide piper so people follow me
So fresh so fly so sweet so polite
So much to many (Cause we ridin tonight)
And its that pimp talk, that pimp walk
It's
big pimpin over here playa ya just start
See we're fresh with air one's Lexus and big drums
White shirt, plenty chicks,
plenty kris, big fun
Ma, you worry none the minks come with the guns
The prada the Gucci it's all in the bird fun

I'm sittin in mt truck, stakin the club out
Kill this last sip and go 'n' wild the F*** out
I walk up in the club with my
hands in the air
There's so much coochie in the atmosphere
So girl quit frontin and get you A** over here
Get yourself a
cup of this cran and belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with honies taking flicks
Baby in VIP cut and a pic
G and big
tymers together thats a hit
[Chorus]
Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned ip head bobbin like hell yeah
Have you ever seen a chic in the
club with a drink in her cup, booty shakin like hell yeah
Have you seen the Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club -
24s like hell yeah
Have you ever seen 20,000 strong with their hands in the air- up and down like hell yeah
I'm in the club with it on me Homey
And Homey you dont know me. I dont want it I just want to find a roney to go home
with
Not hold the phone with
Spend money on it chick I'm on gotta have her own S***
And no Im never lonley
Or alone
without that chrome
And I only keep it on me just in case we dont click
Dont confuse the club atmosphere
We're strapped
in here
And just might explain malisses mack affair
55 thousand Prada pink wrist
2 Years ago N**** never pictured this
raise up the kris watch the bottle shake up
Rollie
like it was dipped in froundation makeup
Nah ma this is not your jacob
This is what you call presidential cake up
Shake
your money maker
Til tyhe night break up
Then be on your way soon as you a** wake up
[Chorus 2X]
Woo it's the remix, woo it's the remix, woo it's the remix, woo its the remix
Cash money ya, Its The Clipse ya, Its
Ginuwine ya. The Pide Piper ya'll
Cash Money ya, it's The Clipse ya, It's Ginuwine ya, The Pipe Piper ya'll

"When We Make Love"

(Listen Baby)...

[Verse 1]
You are satisfaction
I'll guarantee
Seeing your reaction
Girl that matters to me
Whatever you want me to do
girl I'll do
Let me give you love
while we make the sounds that lovers do

[Chorus]
When we make love you go (aww, aww, aww)
and I'll go
(ohh, ohh)
and thats what it sounds like
when we make love
[REPEAT 1x]

[Verse 2]
(Listen baby)...
All night you can call me
and moans like a song to me
All night I could watch ya
your body's so perfect to me
I'm gonna take you there
nice and slow
while we make the sounds of (awww)
and oh, ohh

[Chorus]
When we make love you go (aww, aww, aww)
and I'll go
(ohh, ohh)
and thats what it sounds like
when we make love
[REPEAT 1x]

cries and the moans
the lay with your body no
the ooh's and the ahh's
means exceptional
screaming a loud
stretch to see you go
this is what it sounds like
when we make love
[REPEAT 1x]

[Chorus]
When we make love you go
and I'll go
and that's what it sounds like when we make love
[REPEAT 4x]

"Excuses"

Mmm hmmmmmm... yo whats up this is Ginuwine and I wanna tell you, it aint no time for excuses with your woman, you be right or you be out, you
heard, now do it right check this out this is my story.

[Ginuwine]
There's a time that comes in a man's life,
when he's real, want it all and his mind is right, (yea)
it could come at any time morning noon and night,
you will know nothing more no more time to fight, (ooh)
he might lie and I know cuz I've done the same, (same)
you know I'm right there with ya dogg but she wont play the game,
she will be done packed your bags, sit em over there right outside your door,
cuz she's tired of the lying my nigga and she aint checking no more... (oh no she aint)

[Chorus]
Excuses, (everybody has one)
Excuses, (she don't wanna hear them no more)
Excuses, (she said take that shit on elsewhere)
Excuses, (she don't wanna hear no, excuses she don't)
Excuses, (she aint got time for them)
Excuses, (so don't fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses, (she said take that shit on elsewhere)
Excuses, (she don't wanna hear no, excuses she don't)

[Ginuwine]
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know you'll die for her,
cuz that's your lady, yes that's your baby,
she's a seed, feed her well watch her blossom out,
and only the real playas out there can dig what I'm talkin bout, be that man, be that one, do that thing she loves,
pay attention, should I mention how it all once was,
broke your neck just to get her don't you pull back now, (now) cuz sooner or later she'll be gone what you askin now?

[Chorus]

[Ginuwine]
Don't fake no funk tell her now,
make your choice right now, tell her where you stand,
you're no boy or little kid you're grown,
stand and be a man, Leave the frontin',
all that shit you talkin bout, like you aint heard the phone,
she's up on it dogg, she's up on it dogg,
and all that fake shit like your beeper was off,
she's up on it dogg, she's up on it dogg.

[Chorus - Repeat till fade]

"How Would U Like It?"

(Oh)
Ginuwine, Funkmaster Flex
In your earhole, whoo!
Drop a bomb to this, what?
Let's do this, listen

Saw her in the club
As she was about the finest thing I had ever seen
I was so addicted cause she was like a drug
And I was a fiend
I wanted to walk over
Imagining her body was calling me
I had to get with it and make it quick
I had to hit cause baby girl was a dream
I wanted to say

How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little

How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little

Yo second verse
Kept staring at her hoping that she would see
And maybe call me over
I was gifted but my confidence wouldn't let me
So I sat back and thought things over
(What I get?)
Got a bottle of the Cris (Oh)
Got a bottle of the Mo (Oh)
Now I'm looking like a Don Juan
So I know she gotta notice me
Over all the others
Cause they be singing all the same songs

How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little

How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little

Finally walked over to her
Told her she was the finest woman I had ever seen
She told me why'd I take so long
Cause all night she was already peepin' me
She said she likes a man who knows what he wants
Never fronts and ain't scared to ask
She was down for whatever
So I took her to the floor, got together
And I tapped that ass, yeah

How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little

How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little

Yo Flex take em there
Oh, oh, oh, oh...

[Flex]
You know what I mean
Ginuwine, Funk Flex
Epic Records, shout to Pauly Anthony
Shout to Dave McPherson
60 Minutes of Funk Volume Four baby
Funk is back nigga

[Ginuwine]
Put your hands in the air
Could you handle it, oh yeah?

How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little

How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, Ginuwine, Funkmaster Flex

"In Those Jeans (Remix)"
(feat. Grafh)

[Chorus - Ginuwine & Grafh]
Looking good plenty time
(suga')
Is there any more room for me
(make a little more room for me in those jeans)
In those jeans
Pretty thick like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
(make a little more room for me in those jeans)
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
(make a little more room for me in those jeans)
Looking good plenty time
Is there any more room for me
(make a little more room for me in those jeans)

[Grafh Verse 1]
Got damn
Look at the way that you wearing them jeans
I wanna get lost somewhere in them jeans
And grind my way around
I wanna get lost and find my way around
And hit that spot
In your coke bottle shape
I hope I make the bottle break
And make your soda spill while your body shake
And bubble up, I'ma fuck the love
It's GANGSTA!
The way I like
That make a nigga wanna taste the bite
The way your waiste look right
I'll hit it from the back so long
that I forget what your face look like
I wanna work..forget what a date look like
But uh..I'll show you what a henny straight look like
And uh..Wanna get between them seems
So make a little more room for me in those jeans

[Chorus]

[Ginuwine Verse 2]
You are the bomb
Girl you tight to death
I don't know the words to say to you
All that i know, baby all i know is
that
I'm loving what I see and I'm feeling you
I wanna know, all I wanna know is if
I could have what's up in those
jeans
Baby can I have what's up in those jeans
Don't get alarmed cause I don't mean no harm
But I love the way you
wear those jeans
Levis, Prada, BabyPhat, I love them
Love the way you, wearing them I love them can
Calvin, Iceberg,
Sergio, I love them
Trying to get inside of those

[Grafh Verse 3]
Aye, Aye, Aye
I wanna push your legs to the back of your head
To the back of the headboard then back to the bed
Then its back to the floor, back to the bed
Then back to the floor with your back to the floor
It's GANGSTA!
The way I like
Your holding it back I'm rubbing your back
And when I'm pulling your hair
Throw it back
And I'ma show you where to throw it at
I know how to open that and touch them thighs
And make your love come down, multiply (wha)
I know your body shake up inside (wha)
You ever had that? (oh) You never had that (no)
You ever had your ass smacked
And did it all night 'til you had a bad back (whoa)
So let me get in between them seems
And make a little more room for me in those jeans

[Ginuwine Verse 4]
I wanna say that them jeans looking good fitting right
Baby damn those jeans (make a little room for me)
Any kind doesn't matter you could win 'em
you look fine
Baby damn those jeans (make a little room for me)
Anytime that I see you I want in, you wear them well
Baby damn those jeans (make a little room for me)
You
the shit you the bomb
All I wanna know is can I have what's in those jeans
(jus make a little more room for me in those jeans)
Can I get in those can I baby

[Chorus]
[Repeat x2]