Harve Pierre - Trippin' Remix lyrics

Puffy: Huh, you know what time it is This is the remix (this is the remix) '99 to infinite Bad Girls Kima, Kiesha, Pam Talk to me Pam: Baby, yeah (I like this right here) Your show is bumpin' (c'mon) You show me somethin' (heh heh, something, baby) See, I won't (c'mon), trade you In for nothin' mmmm (I like the way it's goin' down) See erything, you do to me You got me trippin' (you got me trippin' baby, but I like it) And I'm satisfied (c'mon) And I'm guaranteed (let's go) I hope you (yeah) That you've been checkin' me (it's the remix) I know what you're talkin' bout You got me trippin' on my own feet, yeah, yeah You got me buggin' boy (c'mon) ohhh You bring me so much joy, (yeah) You got me open, boy And I'ma save my - self for you, baby (that's right) Puff: Keisha talk to me Keisha: Baby, yeah (huh) There's something (there's somethin'), I'll mention (c'mon) Me and her (I like the way that sound) la la la la la la la (c'mon) See, she's no (she's no), competition (heh, heh) So tell her, yeah (tell her now) (you look good, can I taste you?) That you're through with her (yeah) And you're lovin' me (that's right) And that's To-totally (that's Totally, Kima, Kiesha, and Pam) Totally And you're dedicated (you're dedicated), to me DMX: Uh, huh, ah Like to sprout when the lights is out (DMX) Keeping n***as on point, that's what life's about (that's right) You like to shout? I'ma put that sh** to a-cease (huh huh) (yeah) ]From here to the paper, from the bed to the grease (a'ight) Like police, I get away with mad credit sh** Only the n***as that don't catch it, doin' some mad hungry sh** (huh) (uh huh) All that buddy sh** was left alone, back in school (ugh) (c'mon) Even then, the n***a was cuttin' up (yeah), actin' fools (what!) Broke a lot of rules (why?) just because I could (uh, huh) (that's Right) Got away with most of it, just because I'm good (uh huh) Stabbin' n***as with wood, I was one of the first Doin' dirt, but I'm still outrunnin' the Hertz And it's always worst than it looks (uh, huh) (c'mon) But then you never understandin' the thirst of a crook (you arrested) First comes the hook, the a**ault, then come the robbery (damn) My world is always (ugh!) dark and ain't no stoppin' me Come on! Keisha: (C'mon, sing to me Keisha) (Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby (Take me to the bridge) (Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing (Can you feel it?) (Mmmmm-mmm) I'll mention (I like the way it feels) (Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah, nah, nah (This one's for me) (Mmmmmm-mmm) See she's no (Mmmm-mmmm) Competition (c'mon, let's go) (Bad Boy) (Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby (Ruff Ryder) (Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing (Def Jam) (Mmmmm-mmm) I'll mention (DMX and we won't stop) (Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah, nah, nah (Cuz she won't stop) (Mmmmmm-mmm) See she's no (Back it up, back it up) (Mmmm-mmmm) Competition I hope you That you've been checkin' me (just dance for me) I know what you're talkin' bout (just dance for me) You got me trippin' on my own feet (just dance for me) You got me buggin' boy (this is the remix) You bring me so much joy (this is the remix) And I'ma save myself for you (yo hooker, yellow man, PD) I hope you That you've been checkin' me (hit me baby, HA!) I know what you're talkin' bout You got me trippin' on my own feet You got me buggin' boy You bring me so much joy And I'ma save my - self for you