🎵 Remix 200 Super Deluxe Ultra Special Plus // by Chongo

1 ContributorRemix 200 Super Deluxe Ultra Special Plus Lyrics Reluctantly crouched at the starting line Engines pumping and thumping in time The green light flashes, the flags go up Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, down, down, down, down (Ba-dee-ya) They could try but we're gonna wear the crown (Ba-dee-ya) You could go another round (Ba-dee-ya) Round, round, round, round, round, round Wish you luck, but you're not bringing us down Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then Together, we can show the world what we can do And wouldn't it be nice 'Cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor (Woo-hoo) It's your fault, you didn't shut the refrigerator (Yee-hoo) Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold (Woo-hoo, yee-hoo) (Hey! Ho! Let's go!) All the small things (Hey! Ho! Let's go!) This night last forever But there's no sense crying over every mistake You just keep on trying 'til you run out of cake Here I go again Everybody wants to rule the world And I said, "Here I go again" (Wake up) Uh-huh, this my shit All the girls stomp your feet like this (Grab a brush and put a little make-up) A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that So far away, we wait for the day (I'm having a good time, having a good time) A mulatto, an albino (Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl, drop it like the NASDAQ) A mosquito, my libido I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known (And he's watching us all with the eye) Don't know where it goes But it's home to me, and I walk alone Toki no suna wo koeru journey Yaiba surinuke yatsura no suki wo tsuke (Party rock) Fuwa fuwari, fuwa fuwaru Anata ga namae wo yobu (Yeah) Sore dake de chuu e ukabu (Everyday I'm shufflin') How many shrimps do you have to eat Before you make your skin turn pink? About nothing and everything, all at once (Fuck you, Debbie) Now, this looks like a job for me So, everybody, just follow me (Way-oh, way-oh, ooh-way-oh-way-oh) 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me (Walk like an Egyptian) So she said, "What's the problem, baby?" (Fergalicious definition, make the boys go loco) What's the problem? I don't know Well, maybe I'm in love (Oh shit!) How come every time you come around My London London Bridge wanna go down like (Oh shit!) London London London, wanna go down like London London London, we goin' down like (Oh shit!) My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Sippin' sizzurp in my ride, in my ride like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 You're insecure Comin' out of my cage and I've been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out and out (I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss) (I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan) One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Don't you cry no more (If you love me, let me go) So so what? I'm still a rockstar I got my rock moves And I don't want you tonight Back to reality Ope, there goes gravity Ope, there goes gravity Ope, there goes gravity (Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin') Ope, there goes gravity Ope, there goes gravity (I want y'all to just get down) Ope, there goes gravity Ope, there goes gravity It just takes some time Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride Everything, everything Oh, baby, take me to the feelin' I'm just goin' to the store, to the store I'm just goin' to the store (Da-da da da da-da da da, da-da da da da-da da da) With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride (Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da) You're toxic, I'm slippin' under We're going down, down in an earlier round ([?]) And sugar, we're going down swinging I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold To the window (to the window), to the wall (to the wall) 'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls) 'Til all these bitches crawl I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes Trying on all our clothes, clothes Boys blowing up our toes You might as well be walkin' on the sun Okay, three, two, one, let's jam And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold We go hard, 'til we get it, get it (Ba-dee-ya) We go hard, we so in it, in it (Ba-dee-ya) We Pop Stars (Pop Stars), only winning, winning now (Ba-dee-ya) Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, down, down Hey! You ready for this? Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, (Hey!) down, down Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, (Hey!) down, down