Back Like That Remix

It's ya boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this The Roc is in the building, yeah (It's the remix yo) Kanye is in the building (Yo, the monster don is in the building) we in here (Kanye West is in the building) Ghostface (Your boy getting fat now I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass Shorty mad, pulling her hair out) Yeah, pardon me, if I lost my voice I just got off stage, I'm in Japan right now Sorry bout it [Chorus] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (OK girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (OK girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no I'm high powered, put Eva Mendez to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week But, back to you, mad gloss chick, you're way fit How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it'll be OK, I'm so sick Like Ne-Yo say, I'm laid back, like neo-soul I holla back at this Creole hoe She from the N.O., but she never told me, and oh so We at the spot to chill, with a Fugee grill So ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neil Second I walked in, the whole room got still I don't know how to put this but, I'm kind of a big deal And she conceited, she got a reason She got her hair did, she got her weave in And I'ma sweat that out, by the evening You? I don't sweat that now, I got a new [Chorus] Oh girl, I can't believe you zoned out Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont' I'm that Don Wilson, first one To put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks Yeah, I was fucking, but you don't get me back like that Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets You'se flamingo, showing your true colors Heard y'all was ducking down low when you see my brothers But it's all good, I move from ex to next Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks Fat bubble, her body's like one of the best But I don't need to say nothing, ask Kanye West She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate And you mad cause you played ya self, it's your fault, trick [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shot through the heart, the girl caught me Shot through the block, with him shot gun He lucky, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun Killah type cat, you better be glad, I'm not one Had a couple stars up in my sky She was my moon and my sunshine Dude ain't even fly, he just some guy You blamed yourself, I'm done, peace, one [Chorus: x2]