Red Cafe - Like This (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Sha Dirty] (MIMS) Oh! Sha Dirty! Yo MIMS!!!! Good lookin out dog I appreciate it!!! Oh!!! Remix!!! (Uh) Remix (You know what it is what it is when we do what we do) Let me talk to 'em fo' a minute though, talk to 'em Sha! [Verse 1: Sha Dirty] Check it!!! Shorty checkin for your boy cause I got it in Man I'm feelin real blessed like a set of twins I'm a show you why I'm hot like the homey MIMS I ain't certain baby girl you could bring a friend Got my stunnas shades on in the club (Int the club) All yo' a** like what (Like what) Ma don't k** me (Oh!) I got a crush on yo' body you feel me (Yeah) I put it down on the right side down on the left side Up on the inside high like it's cloud nine Twenty inch leather sh** bangin up in my ride Head to toe let her know Sha Dirty so fly Got my arm crossed smooth like I'm Billy Dee You ain't hear this in awhile like your Mister Cee I'm a tell you in a minute where you wanna be The hotel motel on the count of three [Chorus: MIMS] Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this [*Female's Voice] (Sean Kingston) Baby do you want it Like this, Like this, Like this Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this (Hey!!! Kingston!!! Whoa Whoa!!!) [Verse 2: Sean Kingston] Aiyyo MIMS!!! I don't really do this There's somethin about her was drivin me loose It's, I guess it's the way she move it from left to right, left to right She look like that chick from Clueless Back it up lick a shotty it's the remix I told her this is how we do it all damn night, all damn When she walk out she dem a talk 'bout Di gal deh pon fire, and dem caan put out I'm suicidal, and I turn back She's hot, shorty's on fire Got the club goin crazy like my first When mi spit every man where's dem lighters? Lighters! [Chorus: Sean Kingston] Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Hey!!! [*Female's Voice] (Red Cafe) Baby do you want it Like this, Like this, Like this Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this (You know the Coupe ain't got no top like Dr. Phil's head right, it feel good though) [Verse 3: Red Cafe] Uh! Yeah! Float like a bu*terfly sting like a bee Ay! Ay Bay Bay! Who bling like me? Ay! Ay Bay Bay! Who fly like this? Hey, it's Cafe stuntin on her like this Hey! Wipe me off playa, wipe me off I am the meanest cleanest from up north I am the stylish wildest but of course Proceed to the main course go shorty! No pillow talk, no car talk I'm the Knight Rider I let the car talk Lexxus Four Sixty let the car park Y'all all my sons I'm ya Papa Yes I confess I's a Konvict Google me Shakedown's behind it It's official ref with a whistle Play foul tech's will lift you, IT'S MOVIN!!!! [Chorus: MIMS] Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this [*Female's Voice] (N.O.R.E.) Baby do you want it Like this, Like this, Like this Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this (Aiyyo BlackOut's the movement huh!!! MIMS what ir is! Aiyyo N.O. spit at 'em!!!) [Verse 4: N.O.R.E.] Now when I'm in the club I'm a do it like this Double shot Petron slight chill lime twist Shorty said buy me a drink I said this See I ain't T-Pain girl but you could have your wish Me and MIMS pull up in identical whips Thought it was Deja Vu or Matrix glitch Yeah! I play hard on the strip And blow your whole mortgage just on One Two Fifth Now shorty said NORE yo I love yo' song NORE said shorty girl I love yo' thong Now I wanna see you girl without it on Took her to the loft you take it off we jump it off (Like this) No shorty I don't kiss (NO MISS!!!!) You see I live by the lake we could (FISH) Then you get to the exit She said she felt it ih her stomach and her ribs now she breathless [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] Like this, I'm in the stretch shorty do it like this Up in the stretch shorty do it like this I got shorty mayne do it like this, like this [*Female's Voice] (MIMS) Baby do you want it Like this, Like this, Like this Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this (Uh! It's the remix!!!) [Verse 5: MIMS] Look! It's seems like I gotta make a enemy To sell another record in this industry Or it seems like I gotta be righteous, to get on that five mic list I gotta write like that and not like this I ain't hot to them, cause I'm not with Jay and I'm not with Em See I bop to Fox and I rock to Kim And TS is hot but I'm not with them I'm a New York cat and I love the South I got a New York bop but with a West Coast bounce Mix that with a little bit of Reid and Cham International MIMS find me in France London, Japan, Mulan, Sudan I don't need to smoke weed I'm in Amsterdam Try to figure my figures I plead the fifth But if you wanna get down then you gotta proceed [Chorus: MIMS] Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this [*Female's Voice] Baby do you want it Like this, Like this, Like this Like this, Like this, Like this, Like this