Show Me

Woo baby

I said baby, yeah yeah

Uh mustard on the beat, go!

Baby let me put your panties to the side (uh)

I'ma make you feel alright (right, right)

I'ma give you what you need quick, baby it's the remix

Mami you remind me of something (baby you remind me)

But I don't know what it is (I don't even know)

'Cause you remind me of something (girl you gotta show me)

Girl you gotta show me, yeah (alright)

You remind me of something (baby you remind me)

But I don't know what it is right now (I don't even know)

'Cause you remind me of something (uh)

Girl you gotta show me

Uh, on the real, no

West coast back like '94

Just picture me rollin' in my own lane

Should of listened to the hype though, hold that

And show me something

Dj ain't palying nothing but mustard

Catch up to the bandwagon, fuck us friday

I'm feeling like the old Chris Tucker

And we go for the record

Trying to go platinum

And add a couple karats

Being low key kinda hard with the cameras

Her boyfriend here

But she looking so careless

Baby you remind me of something (baby you remind me) (uh)

But I don't know what it is (I don't even know)

'Cause you remind me of something (uh)

Girl you gotta show me, yeah (alright)

You remind me of something (uh)

But I don't know what it is right now

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl you gotta show me (alright)

Hold up

Don't you know that this the remix

And she just got her weave fixed

Niggas go and get your weed lit

All my Cali niggas need it

Let's get to that booty that you throwin' around baby

I give that booty work, I'ma never go lazy

Dancing with your girl, in your own world

Face like an Angel, is it wrong?

I can't wait to bang you (pow)

How you acting like a little devil?

Speed up, slow down

Whoa now, gas pedal

Clap it, smack it, grab it

Tyrin' tell you

Booty dumb, booty dumb

Yeah that ass special

Baby you remind me of something

But I dont know what it is (I dont even know)

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl you gotta show me

Baby you remind me of something

But I dont know what it is right now

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl you gotta show me (yeah)

Bring it back, let's get it baby

I just wanna fork you at the dinner table

Shawty come pull up a seat at the winners table

We don't get attached, we too busy getting paper

Foreign cars make 'em both lose they top

Just turned 21 and she fiendin' for shots

Heard she from the west coast, all she fuck with is pacs

So I give her California love while I'm high (uh-huh)

Like, you remind me of somethin'

Leave the club, we can bang like we from Compton

Pull a lambo round back

Bellaire we down there

Make a movie in the club

Shawty this the soundtrack

Baby you remind me of something

But I don't even know what it is (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl you gotta show me (alright)

Baby you remind me, you remind me of something (uh)

But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl you gotta show me, yeah

Baby if you know what it is

(On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type)

Hands in the air, lookin' for a bitch right now

(On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type)

Two red girls, eating red beans and rice

We popeyes eat hot fries

You should see what i got parked outside

I kiss my girl every time I'm at a stop sign

My ex left me for another nigga

Then she realized she stuck with a sucker nigga

Uh yeah, you a go getta', then you should go get her

The type to put forgiatos on a four wheeler

I put violators on the floor seat

I'm getting money and you sattin' on my broke meter

A stripper say she need I save coupons

Just bought a Cadi, that bitch came with Grey poupon

Baby let me put your panties to the side

I'ma make you feel alright

I'ma give you what you need quick (need, yeah)

Baby its the remix

Baby you remind me of something (I don't even know)

But I dont know what it is

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl you gotta show me

Baby you remind me of something

Nevermind I don't know what it is (right now)

'Cause you remind me of something (oh!)

Girl you gotta show me

Show (baby if you know what it is)

On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type

Hands in the air, lookin' for a bitch right now

On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type (lookin' for ya)