Shut Up (Remix) [feat. Duece Poppito & Trina]

We gon' let the band deal with this Y'all know we had to remix the damn thing, right? For all them bustas All them niggas hating on Slip-N-Slide Shut up Funk boogie remix Shut up Deuce Pop, Ms. Trina, Trick Daddy, biatch Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up What's up? Deuce Pop', I'm finna handle shit I'm finna take Slip-N-Slide to the championship My nigga Trick got the ball, he the quarterback Deuce Pop got D like Warren Sapp 2-4-K, we was born to Mack All that get money shit, I was born for that Throw up your middle finger if you feeling us Coming out the cake with a million plus Playboy, that slick talk about to stop Deuce Pop finna put the South on top What's up, uh-huh, okay (okay) Bad hoes, you know we don't play That's how we do, sipping on Malibu Hennessy with the Coconut Yoo-hoo 2-4-K, turn out the lights Spit that fire burn out the mics Shut up! Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up (who's bad?) Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up (who's bad?) Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up (who's bad?) Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up (who's bad?) Bad like this, ain't nann hoe bad as the baddest bitch Who's bad? You know my name It ain't been in the same since I came in the game I'm off the chain with a figure eight frame Everything I drop, it's a hit man I risk game out to game fame Rock the mic leaving lipstick stains The baddest when it comes to this bitch game New coops, dicks shifts, switch lanes Lemme show you lame hoes how to get change You needa take grand's before he get brains Get ya mind right, don't be a lame hoe Ain't shit for free, that's how the game go Trina on top and I know ya mad Top-notch, off glass, okay, who's bad? Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Yo, it's T-double-D representing the Southside Down with Trina Tre Plus and the Lost Tribe We long to funk, keep, keeping these beats tight Niggas gon' be like, "Yo' shit so tight" A'ight then what happened to the five mics What? Slip-N-Slide niggas ain't so tight? Huh? What? You wanna bet? Call 2Shey, you and him discuss that Back to it, T-double-D-R, shut up! I don't even see y'all Now how you gonna this like this? Riding around listening to that bullshit Yo' pappy shoulda taught you better Then put you up on fake ass niggas Cross the board gay-ass niggas Who me? I'm a killer, ex-con, ex coke dealer Flow getter, don't see no nigga Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Uh-huh, okay, what's up? Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up