Trippin' Remix

Intro by puffy:
Huh, you know what time it is,
This is the remix.
'99 to infinity,
Bad girls,
Kima, kiesha, pam,
Talk to me.

Verse one:
Baby, yeah,
(i like this right here),
You sure is bumpin' (c'mon),
You sure is somethin',
(heh heh, something, baby).
See, i won't (c'mon), trade you,
For nothin' mmmm,
(i like the way it's goin' down).
See everything, you do to me,
You got me trippin',
(you got me trippin' baby, but i like it).
And i'm satisfied (c'mon),
Let's guarantee (let's go).

Chorus:
I hope you (yeah),
That you've been checkin' me,
(it's the remix),
I know what you're talkin' bout,
You got me trippin' on my own feet, yeah, yeah.
You got me buggin' boy (c'mon) ohhh,
You bring me so much joy (yeah),
You got me open boy,
And i'ma save myself for you, baby,
(that's right).

Puffy:
Keisha talk to me.

Verse two:
Baby, yeah (huh)
There's one thing (there's one thing),
I'll mention (c'mon),
Me and her (i like the way that sound),
La la la la la la la (c'mon),
See, she's no (she's no), competition (heh, heh).
So tell her, yeah (tell her now),
(you look good, can i taste you?),
That you're through with her (yeah),
And you're in love with me (that's right).
And that's totally,
(that's totally, kima, kiesha, and pam) totally,
And you're dedicated (you're dedicated), to me.

Rap by dmx:
Uh, huh, ah,
Like to sprout when the lights is out (dmx),
Keeping niggas on point,
That's what life's about (that's right).
You like to shout?
I'ma put that sh~t to a cease (huh huh) (yeah),
From here to the paper,
From the bed to the grease (a'ight).
Like police, i get away with mad credit sh~t,
Only the niggas that don't catch it,
Doin' some mad hungry sh~t (huh uh huh).
All that buddy sh~t was left alone,
Back in school (ugh) (c'mon),
Even then, a nigga was cuttin' up (yeah),
Actin' fools (what!).
Broke a lot of rules (why?),
Just because i could (uh, huh) (that's right),
Got away with most of it,
Just because i'm good (uh huh).
Stabbin' niggas with wood, i was one of the first,
Doin' dirt, but i'm still outrunnin' the hearse.
And it's always worse than it looks (uh, huh) (c'mon),
But then you never understandin',
The thirst of a crook (you arrested),
First comes the hook, the assault,
Then come the robbery (damn).
My world is always (ugh!) dark,
And ain't no stoppin' me.
Come on!

Bridge:
(c'mon, sing to me keisha) (mmmmmmmmmm) baby,
(take me to the bridge) (mmm-mmmmmm) there's one thing,
(can you feel it?) (mmmmm-mmm) i'll mention.
(i like the way it feels) (mmmmmm-mmm) nah, nah, nah,
(this one's for me) (mmmmmm-mmm) see she's no,
(mmmm-mmmm) competition (c'mon, let's go).
(bad boy) (mmmmmmmmmm) baby,
(ruff ryder) (mmm-mmmmmm) there's one thing,
(def jam) (mmmmm-mmm) i'll mention.
(dmx and we won't stop) (mmmmmm-mmm) nah, nah, nah,
(cuz she won't stop) (mmmmmm-mmm) see she's no,
(back it up, back it up) (mmmm-mmmm) competition.

Repeat chorus to fade