(feat. Lil Wayne, Ludacris, Plies, Young Jeezy)    [Verse 1: Shawty Lo]  Yeeeaaaahhh  Shawty Lo and the Big Cats  Yeaaaahhhh  It's the remix so bring ya top hat (eh)  What ya talkin bout  It's L-O  I rap now it's rap skizzo  Thirty bands... fo shizzo  And eight balls same price as the kilo  I'm a boss  You know my B-I  And I got them same kinda guns like T.I.  See I been that way since knee high  Real dope boyz so you know I trap or Dizzi  No lizzi  I'm hizzi  Like kells I believe I can flizzi  And yeaaaahhhh I'll see you later  BIG UPS... TO ALL MY HATERS!    [Verse 2: Ludacris]  Guard your woman dawg or I'll take her  You'll hear her scream from College Park to Decatur  I was a snotty nose with no paper  Now my crib sittin on 22 acres (woooo)  Get it right fool I gets money (yep)  If you think Ludas not filthy you's a dummy (yep)  I was allergic to the roof on tha cutty  So I took the top off like a playboy bunny (whatup pops)  Catch me pimpin in a robe and some slippers (oo)  Ridin down 85 while I'm stuttin on my Zixxer  Mouth full of swishers or ridin with ya sister (wooo)  and Six david beckhams or a trunk full of kickers (hahaha)  Take a picture of the mister it'll last long  And these haters get stretched out like a bad thong  So partner mash on or get mashed up  Think you can fuck with Luda then put a million of your cash up (hi)    [Chorus: x4]  L O L O Dey Know Dey Know    [Verse 3: Young Jeezy]  I'm in my cool whip insides jello  Hop up out that pretty muthafucka like hello (hello) hello  Ladies how you doin  Dat nigga crazy girl don't say nothin 2 em (haha)  Dey know dey know got white low low  Rob who? Take What? (gun cocks) hello  They know I give a fuck about them haterz (nope)  Young jizzle been gettin paper (yeeeaaaahhh)  Granite wheels on da coup like savors  Hit da club with 20 brawdz like flavor  I'm on da top floor (floor) no neighbors  Who u kiddin I get my 87's tailored    [Verse 4: Plies]  Went from two ounces to a mazarrati  First rap check bought choppers for everybody  Before they know what's under my shirt the glock 40  Get 25 a show next month I want 40  Born a real nigga but I'ma die a goon  Just bought a new choppa gon use it real soon  Got the streets on lock homie I can't lose  Put me anywhere I'm the realest nigga in the room (believe me)  Take a look at me I'm what you call street approved  Got a lot haters but even more tools  I play dumb homie but neva been a fool  Cut my dog off I heard he snitchin too (ha)    [Chorus: x4]  L O L O Dey Know Dey Know    [Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]  (HA)  Now what I look like  And if it ain't money then I don't look right  And that don't sound right  I swear you can get a full clip not a sound bite  SU-WU gang and if you ain't with it then you in the food chain  I'm in that wide body I'm a need two lanes  Blue Seats white paint wetter than new rain  Like a white person with blue veins  I keep a black glock red dot blue flame  Feet hanging out the window jock my shoe game  Cause all my kicks fly like lu kang  Old player new game  I'm focused I'm thinking like I got two brains  I'm in my prime I feel like a new wayne  How come there is two women but ain't no two waynes  I don't know what you do but I do thangs  It's Mr. every time you see me got a new chain  My flow crazy I ain't too sane  But I am thee shit they just poo stain    [Chorus: x4]  L O L O Dey Know Dey Know    Shawty LO Man...