Letra de Do you remember

[Ma$e]
Oooohhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky
And put ´em up hiiigh. (2X)

Gimme reason why
C´mon!

If it´s your thing that ain´t workin then you improvise
Why...it´s me...you hate...that´s genocide
Everytime I´m in a vibe it´s me that they criticize
But everytime they in a ride it´s my song they memorize
The richer get richer the poorer get poorer
See I´m here to save the city like Sodom and Gomorrah
Got a order I´m awaitin from a 404, my aura´s not the Torah
Plus I´m jazzy like Norah
See my codi call me wodi, and don´t even know me
I been around the world man without a roadie
See I´m classic like a Audi
Save the game like a goalie
Got my Rollie, olie, so you can call me holy rollie
You don´t know what you´re in for, don´t do no endo
I´m not tintin´ my windows
I´m not duckin´ no bimbos
I´m saying ´N-O´ to the nymphos
You got something to say, then send your memo

[Chorus 2X]
Do you remember how it used to be
Back in ´96 when I made ya move ya feet
The feelin´s back so get up out your seat
Let´s do it again and again and again

[Cardan]
Yea yea yea yea
Now it was this bounce, that opened up a Swiss account
If you get this, you guaranteed for this amount
Now can we pause for a minute, under the authentic
See I ain´t said a word and you´re already in it
See money is my linen, I get it as long as they print it
I tell ya that far, invest in Nascar
I leave the streets smokin´ like brand new black tar
Girls...put stickeys everywhere my ass are
Silver horsey on the back, is this a fast car?
Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday
White ice, Six Flags, family on a fun day
Know much about a Hyundai, if you wanna come stay
We kick it, beat ticket, make on a one-way
Now what they gon´ say? I don´t need it?
They don´t really tell the truth, man they life was defeated
They quite conceited
They rockin´ all that ice that´s treated
I wrote a book about it, like to read it, huh, huh, huh, huh?

[Chorus 2X]

(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put ´em high.) 2X

[Ma$e]
Uh uh
Engine in the back, no roof-top
Feet on gas, with no need for cash, oo oo oooh
Trunk in the front, I make a million in a month like pumps in the bumps
You know Mason be that very fellow that bring canary yellow
Hand, so heavy, that it´s hard to say hello
I´m somethin´ you got to have like strawberry Jell-o
Same jewellery in the hood cause I ain´t scared of the ghetto
You know it

[Chrorus 2X]

(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put ´em high.) 2X