Show Me (Feat. Chris Brown) (Dirty Ver.)

Oooh baby I said baby (yeah) yeah (uh, tell 'em) (Mustard on the beat, ho) Baby let me put your panties to the side I'mma make you feel alright I'mma give you what you need quick, baby, it's the remix Go! Mami you remind me of something (baby you me 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 (alright) You remind me of something (baby you remind me) But I don't know what it is right now (don't even know) 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me Uh, on the real know, West Coast back like '94 Just picture me rolling in my own lane Should of listened to the hype though, hold that And show me something, DJ ain't playing nothing but Mustard Catch up to the bandwagon fuck us It's Friday, I'm feeling like the old Chris Tucker And we gold 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 me remind me) 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) I don't know what it is right now (don't even know) 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me 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' 'round baby I give that booty work, Imma 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 (bow) How you acting like a little devil Speed up, slow down, whoa now, gas pedal Clap it, smack it, grab it, tryin' tell you Booty dumb, booty dumb, yeah that ass special Mami you remind me of something (I don't even know) I don't know what it is 'Cause you remind me of something, girl you gotta show me You remind me of something (baby you remind me) I don't know what it is right now 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me Bring it back, let's get it baby I just wanna fuck you at the dinner table Shawty come pull up a seat at the winner's 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 She from the West Coast, all she fuck with is Pacs So I give her California love while I'm high Like, you remind me of somethin' Leave the club, we can bang like we from Compton Pull a Lambo' 'round back, Bel Air we down there Make a movie in the club, shawty this the soundtrack Mami you remind me of something (I don't even know) I don't know what it is 'Cause you remind me of something girl you gotta show me (Baby you remind me) You remind me of something I don't know what it is right now 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me Baby if you know what it is On the real, can't lie, man you just my type Hands in the air like I'm Paul Pierce On the real, can't lie, man you just my type Two red girls, eating red beans and rice We Popeye's, 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 Now 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 five ladies on a four seater I'm getting money and you sattin' on my broke meter I'm straight from Section 8, I save coupons Just bought a car, that bitch came with Grey Poupon Baby let me put your panties to the side I'mma make you feel alright I'mma give you what you need quick, baby, it's the remix Mami you remind me of something (I don't even know) I don't know what it is 'Cause you remind me of something, girl you gotta show me (Baby you remind me) You remind me of something I don't know what it is right now (don't even know) 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me Show me Baby if you know what it is On the real, can't lie, man you just my type Hands in the air like I'm Paul Pierce right now On the real, can't lie, man you just my type