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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