T.I. - Kiss Your Ass Goodbye (Extended Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Hahahaha, y'all know what this is (D-BLOCK!) Oh yeah, by the way... THIS IS THE REMIX (WOOOO!) [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss your a** goodbye (d-block, d-block, d-block, d-block) La-da-da-da-da-daaaaa [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Ay yo, the flow is here, the dough is here (yeah) They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year (ha-ha) The wrist is sickle, the 9 is nickled (damn) The inside tan, the outer pickle (woooo!) The dutch is rolled, the 'gnac is poured (iight) You running your mouth, I'm getting you jawed (ow!) I'm waving the blade, I'm telling you back up (back up!) You empty your pockets, I'm picking your pack up (gimmie that) You can act stupid if you wanna (uh-huh) Like you don't know what block I'm in front of (I'm right here dog) I'm out in New York or down in the south (no doubt) I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth (ha-ha) They book me for the clubs and the hood (yeah) When n***as scared to go, but Sheek Louch good (D-BLOCK!) It's loaded when I get out the car like... (la-da-da-da-da-daaaaa) [Hook] [Verse 2: Fabolous] They say hate spread faster than love So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves With me, I'm a send a ba*tard to bub Before he get the police first and last to your gov These dickhead n***as, you shoot 'em they bleed cum The two pussies he's with, just make it a three-some They growing up quick, cause that'll buy your seed guns Now they spreading magazines 'fore they can read one My gla** jar's had a hell of a weed run. (la-da-da-da-da-daaaaa) As we proceed son, and I know Every hood got a street fam if not they need one I thinking short-range, give me a sport range I wanna get warmer; I'm jumping in the sauna Duck when I'm pa**ing by Put your head between your legs; kiss your a** goodbye, braah [Hook] [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] You n***as lost y'all game; I'm throwing the Roc down Just to put y'all D, I'm back on the block now (uhh) Running your mouth, 'fore I sh** all in it All y'all a**, and I'm about to dig all in it (eww!) I birthed you n***as, I fed and I burped you n***as (uh-huh) Quick as that, I will Earth you n***as Clothed you n***as, wiped the snot from the nose of you n***as What not to expose you n***as Fist, knife, or razor fight I got a year and a day, still played it like they gave me life Can't walk through the jail without shackles and two cops (uhh) Throwing sh** on the warden outta the food slot (uh-huh) Got connect with pop, he boofin' the weed plants (yeah) Get my khakis washed and pressed for a few stamps Respect in the jail, a check in the mail I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill (mwah, ha-ha) [Hook] [Verse 4: T.I.] Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost So f** whoever hating, I'm the king of the South You gon' forever see me flossed, Spyder with the top off Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law J.G. the one who told the b**h to take your tops off I'm a seven-figure n***a, paid the cost to be the boss On the streets or behind the wall Lift weights, get straight, 'til it's time to ball Even if I never sell a million times at all Dope boy trap n***as, I'll grind for y'all Pimp Squad, D-Block I'll ride for y'all A-Town to Y.O, see the Chevy ride slow With the light turned down and the beat down low 40-cal's and K's out the window You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low" Cause you can cancel Christmas, when the chopper-missle hit you I ain't waiting for permission; I'm a flip until it hits you [Hook]