Movement - Do You Remember lyrics

[Ma$e] Oooohhh...yeah yeah Hands in the sky And put 'em up hiiigh. (2X) Gimme reason why C'mon! If it's your thing that ain't workin then you improvise Why...it's me...you hate...that's genocide Everytime I'm in a vibe it's me that they criticize But everytime they in a ride it's my song they memorize The richer get richer the poorer get poorer See I'm here to save the city like Sodom and Gomorrah Got a order I'm awaitin from a 404, my aura's not the Torah Plus I'm jazzy like Norah See my codi call me wodi, and don't even know me I been around the world man without a roadie See I'm cla**ic like a Audi Save the game like a goalie Got my Rollie, olie, so you can call me holy rollie You don't know what you're in for, don't do no endo I'm not tintin' my windows I'm not duckin' no bimbos I'm saying 'N-O' to the nymphos You got something to say, then send your memo [Hook 2X] Do you remember how it used to be Back in '96 when I made ya move ya feet The feelin's back so get up out your seat Let's do it again and again and again [Cardan] Yea yea yea yea Now it was this bounce, that opened up a Swiss account If you get this, you guaranteed for this amount Now can we pause for a minute, under the authentic See I ain't said a word and you're already in it See money is my linen, I get it as long as they print it I tell ya that far, invest in Nascar I leave the streets smokin' like brand new black tar Girls...put stickeys everywhere my a** are Silver horsey on the back, is this a fast car? Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday White ice, Six Flags, family on a fun day Know much about a Hyundai, if you wanna come stay We kick it, beat ticket, make on a one-way Now what they gon' say? I don't need it? They don't really tell the truth, man they life was defeated They quite conceited They rockin' all that ice that's treated I wrote a book about it, like to read it, huh, huh, huh, huh? [Hook 2X] (Say ohhhh...yeah yeah Hands in the sky, and put 'em high.) 2X [Ma$e] Uh uh Engine in the back, no roof-top Feet on gas, with no need for cash, oo oo oooh Trunk in the front, I make a million in a month like pumps in the bumps You know Mason be that very fellow that bring canary yellow Hand, so heavy, that it's hard to say hello I'm somethin' you got to have like strawberry Jell-o Same j**ellery in the hood cause I ain't scared of the ghetto You know it [Chrorus 2X] (Say ohhhh...yeah yeah Hands in the sky, and put 'em high.) 2X