Touch it - remix 2 (explicit)

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Aiyyo Swizzy, I told these niggas I was comin back to bust they ass!!! Ok! Remix! Part Two! Get low Bus! See now you who the God be, back runnin the city and you know who the squad be Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (Turn it up!) When you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it Y'all already know where i rep ain't no reason to check it And i know that you ain't fuckin with me just for the record So instead i'm a let, mary j. blige come and set it (Now get low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh) Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh) I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (Turn it up!) Now you know who's really the queen deliver the mail Seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales The haters plot and they watch lookin all pale While i'm on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!) He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (Turn it up!) Now he hopin on the jet he ain't wastin no time Told me all expense paid anyplace i could find Hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime Ain't a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Bus this is serious man!(Get low Missy!) I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me (Woo!!!) Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (Turn it up!) You like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha!) Don't it look like i got beyonce's hips Lookin like i could be nia long Boy you smokin that cheech and chong (Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted Everybody talk money everybody gonna run With that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget (Turn it up!) and you know i'm doin my thing it's blue in the ring If you had it like this you probably do it the same But you won't cause you broke all you do is complain After the club, i'm a put a few in the range and let 'em Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later Bare witness I'm the young savior (Turn it up!) I got staten island on my pinky queens on my dumb dude The bronx on my middle finger screamin fuck you Rock ice in manhattan so there's the ring finger You know i had to keep brooklyn on the trigger fin (Get low X) Swizz is the monster, X is the beast Fuckin wit Bus, man everyday is a piece Stay off the streets, tired of talkin to y'all niggas I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggas (Turn it up) When i hit 'em, man that crunk gon get 'em man Fucked up how i did 'em man (what) Ain't no remorse for the corpse, truth is Can't i.d. The body, nigga toothless Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood You niggas is watchin and wishin you could Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (Turn it up) Cause them i'm glad to hit you with the fact that the god is immortal as spit The way i be doin historical shit Incase you and your niggas act like you ain't know when i'm informin your click I take your bitch while i'm perfomin my shit Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it