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"Go In Remix" Lyrics- Sam Adams Oh Its Wizzy Uh Listen Imma Wild Card Joka Cant go ova Ladies Gaga-in but they aint playin poker Brain in the shower told the head no shoulders Shes mine for the night don't own her but Own her Loved by the hood and dudes with comb ovas No relationships are good I stayin sober See then adjust and I must take advice Cause greats eyes blink alike I mean great minds think alike No matter how many sneak tees or hoodies that you buy could ever get you a life Switch Hitter go on the left then go right If you not tired rippin' up tracks go all night My BB works in Europe baby hear me on my messenger Promise we can be friends after i have sex with ya And its nothin' but professional Best head, Best sex down to a decimal All you lower body know I'm smarter than the rest of dudes They dont know my name i spit back who the F are you Beantown Celtic motha fucker I am destined to, Blow, Up, All night writing Energize fully like i just ate lightning Brightning, Climbin to the top with my timbs on busy fantasizing about the number one spot hiking Yeah, Go Shawty, cause its your birthday Im seein more green like its motha fuckin earthday Face is an earthquake maybe off the Richter But who am I to judge I got goggles from the liquor Five turns to nines and Wizzy you just kissed her Samuel Adams motha fucker you could call me Mistah Not after the beer my ancestors was official Private life is me and my responsibilities are strictly fiscal Under all the hype lies the reoccuring issue Of proving I'm the shit what critics say i couldnt do But dawg I swear i am the damn dude And if you dont think so dawg You are a damn Fool Im the rapper that the game cant take, the wine With an entree connoisseurs can't taste that shot Then no matter what Even if you chase Cant shake like the Harlem Dance during cigarette breaks Wait, Girls be like Wizzy so great Make a lesbian's brain go nuts then straight Instead of guys, She at times replays that in time that its really vagina she hate Go through my lines see the metal trucks scrape When i used to be eighteen years old and on my skate Board, Board im sick of being boredd with my talent over average when there's money to explore Cheyeh Its Wizzy I told yall that we comin And we comin Oh Put that in your speakers Cell Phones and beepers Yeah! Uh uhh uhhhhhh |