Dey Know (Remix)Shawty Lo

[Intro: Shawty Lo]
Yeah, Shawty Lo and the big cats
Yeah (Hey)
It's the remix (Yeah)
So bring your top hat, ay!

[Verse 1: Shawty Lo]
What you talkin' 'bout? It's L-O
I rap now, this rap schizo
Thirty bands, fo shizzo
And eight balls same price as the kilo
I'm a boss, handle my B-I
And I got them same kinda guns like T.I
See I been that way since knee high
Real dope boys so you know I trap or diz-ie
No liz-ie, I'm hiz-igh
Like Kells, I believe I can fliz-y
And yeah, I'll see you later
Big ups to all my haters!

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Guard your woman dawg or I'll take her
You'll hear her scream from College Park to Decatur
I was a snotty nose with no paper
Now my crib sittin on twenty-two acres
Get it right fool, I gets money (yep)
If you think Luda's not filthy, you's a dummy (yep)
I was allergic to the roof on the cutty
So I took the top off like a Playboy Bunny
Catch me pimpin in a robe and some slippers
Riding down 85 while I'm stunting on my Gixxer
Mouth full of Swishers or riding with your sister
And six David Beckhams or a trunk full of kickers
Take a picture of the mister, it'll last long
And these haters get stretched out like a bad thong
So partner mash on or get mashed up
Think you can fuck with Luda then put a million of your cash up, hi!

[Hook: Shawty Lo]
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
You better rep where you from if you get, get, get it

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I'm in my cool whip, inside's jello
Hop up out that pretty motherfucker like "Hello"
(Hello) Hello, ladies how you doing?
That nigga crazy girl, don't say nothin' to him
They know, they know, got white, low low
Rob who? Take what? (gun cocks) hello
They know, I give a fuck about them haters
Young Jizzle been getting paper
Granite wheels on the coupe Life Savers
Hit the club with twenty broads like Flavor
I'm on the top floor, no neighbors
Who you kidding? I get my 87's tailored

[Verse 4: Plies]
Went from two ounces to a Maserati
First rap check, bought choppers for everybody
Before they know what's under my shirt, the Glock 40
Get 25 a show, next month I want 40
Born a real nigga, but I'ma die a goon
Just bought a new chopper, gon' use it real soon
Got the streets on lock homie, I can't lose
Put me anywhere, I'm the realest nigga in the room
Take a look at me, I'm what you call street approved
Got a lot haters, but even more tools
I play dumb homie, but never been a fool
Cut my dawg off, I heard he snitchin too

[Hook: Shawty Lo]
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
You better rep where you from if you get, get, get it

[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]
Hah! Now what I look like
And if it ain't money, then I don't look right
Haha, and that don't sound right
I swear you can get a full clip, not a sound bite
Hah! Su-Woo gang
And if you ain't with it then you in the food chain
I'm in that wide body, I'ma need two lanes
Blue seats, white paint, wetter than new rain
Like a white person with blue veins
I keep a black Glock, red dot, blue flame
Feet hanging out the window, jock my shoe game
Cause all my kicks fly, like Liu Kang
Haha, old player, new game
I'm focused, I'm thinking like I got two brains
I'm in my prime, I feel like a new Wayne
How come there is two women, but ain't no two Waynes?
I don't know what you do but I do thangs
It's Mr. Every Time You See Me, Got A New Chain
My flow crazy, I ain't too sane
But I am the shit, and they just poop stain

[Hook: Shawty Lo]
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
L-O, L-O, dey know, dey know
You better rep where you from if you get, get, get it