Total - What About About Us (Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Black Rob)[Puffy]Yeah, uhYeah, uhYeah yeah yeahYeah, come onI like the way it's goin' downI ain't done a remix in a long timeI like to make it hotI like to make it real hotBlack Rob, come on[Black Rob]Aye yo, who dat, comin' through my block like thatOh, nobody but that Bad Boy catWhat's his name?, Black RobYa'll heard duke was famousMoney-soft, Puffy joints, Total house the ladiesIt's bangin' in the clubs, oh my goodYa'll be wishin' that those brothers came through my hoodTake a diffrent approach, just play respect the coachThat's Black, since I'm rollin' wit' TotalThat's that[Pam]Baby, seen you lookin' at other ladiesJust finished having your babyWhy'd you have to go, go and leave meBaby, you know I'm about to be swazyCan't stop my lover from being shadyWhy'd you have to go, go and leave me[Chorus]What about you?What about me?What about us?What you gon' do?Total help me singWhat about you?What about me?What about us?What you gon' do?What we gonna doWhat we gonna do (yeah)[Keisha]Baby, I know that you've been pimpin'Mr. Baller, trickin'Why'd you have to go, go and leave meBaby, I always been your babyLove makin' this girl go crazyI can't understand, why you left me... uh-hmm[Chorus][Bridge]I remember we used to spendCountless nights, you were my best of friendsOur love, could be one that never endsWhatever happened to yours[Black Rob]Aye yo, what about you, what about meI'm tryin' to get dough, nothin' come for freeAnd I know you like the way, Black flava parlayI slide like a man, with gators on ParcaeFloors, it's me who hordes the door like PrinceNavigator Doo Doo Brown, the quint wit' light tintMe and Mruder, gotta be the cheddar we seein' firstOh I ain't gonna spit one verse (one verse)Sometimes I feel cursed, ya'll dson't want me to riseDough in the purseRather see me faze down, in the back of a hurshBut I reufse to lose, don't batter the bruisedThrow mine's, to get my grill on the 6 o'clock newsWe be smoke, pretty E wit' D in E-classSpittin' flase information, I know gone need back-upTill you can't, Black Rob heavyweight champWhen I strike, I'm gonna leave Bad Boy stamp, come on (what about us!)[Chorus x3]
