I just want to enjoy my life And show this world how to care And nothing brings more joy to my life Than knowing my girl will be there Are ya happy girl? (Huh?) Knowing that you right near broke my heart in a piece or two (Huh?) Knowing that I would have walked across the ocean for you Saying you're young and confused Well that's a lame excuse That's why the only one to blame is you for Last night Can't believe what I was hearing Telling me to have a nice life So tonight I don't think I'll spare your feelings (You're on your own) I'ma do for me what's right In your eyes I see a second chance Maybe I should take another glance? But for now I'll wash my hands 'Cause I love ya baby Love ya baby Pharrell say don't do it the same But I say ain't playing my games But for you my soul still remains 'Cause I love ya baby, love ya baby Are ya happy girl? (Huh?) Knowing that you right near broke my heart in a piece or two (Huh?) Knowing that I would have walked across the ocean for you Saying you're young and confused Well that's a lame excuse That's why the only one to blame is you for Last night Can't believe what I was hearing Telling me to have a nice life So tonight I don't think I'll spare your feelings (You're on your own) I'ma do for me what's right I hope you're thinking (Remember girl, when I was your man) I hope it sinks in (If you don't understand, then you don't understand) We're gonna stop dreaming (The way I feel) About you Owww! Last night Can't believe what I was hearing Telling me to have a nice life So tonight I don't think I'll spare your feelings (You're on your own) I'ma do for me what's right Last night (Just a last night) Can't believe what I was hearing (Just can't believe it baby) Telling me to have a nice life (Oh) So tonight (Yeah) I don't think I'll spare your feelings (You're on your own) I'ma do for me what's right (Got something I wanna tell ya girl) I hope you're thinking (Tell me girl, when I was your man) I hope it sinks in (If you don't understand, then you don't understand) Well I guess I'm gonna stop dreaming (The way I feel) About you (Let me tell you one more time) I hope you're thinking (Tell me girl, when I was your man - my baby) I hope it sinks in (If you don't understand, Then you don't understand - yeah yeah yeah yeah) Well I guess I'm gonna stop dreaming (The way I feel) About you Oh baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah See I ain't gonna be the one Ain't gonna play these games with you But I still love you! Remember girl when I was your man? Ain't nothing gonna take that away No, no, no no, no, no, no See I remember In December We were walking holding hands And I was your man Can't we just get back to that? Baby?
Verse] Yeah, rest assured The best is here in the flesh, and that's for sure The rest should wear 'em a vest, I'm set for war, nigga, press record I send niggas to address the Lord Same flow that put your neck to sword The same flow that just undressed your whore Takeover, nigga, check the score This is chess, better check your board Who gave the world more fire but got less reward? No stress, my only guess is that less is more, more or less Hundred G's in my dresser drawer, I'm blessed Hope IRS don't arrest me for it, I'm new to it My new crib got the Times Square view to it While two bitches lay in my bed, I'm used to it That's your best friend givin' me head, now you do it See, mami? It's not so weird After I hit, I cut you off like Picasso ear Van Gogh or whoever, Goddamn, Cole, you're too clever Like a fucking James Brown sample, you're two-ever Times two, that's forever, more treble Meanin' more high-end shit on your level Put the fear of God in niggas, I'm pure Devil Walkin' contradiction, my description Off the top, magician, compositions nonfiction Shitted in the competition's Pot to piss in, gone, uh, so long, uh Saturdays, a nigga used to mow lawns, uh Nowadays a nigga be eatin' prawns Fuck my bitch by the window, wave to the peeping Toms, ugh Yes, I'm Carolina's finest Southern nigga with New York stamps, honest Out in Queens with the fiends, I'm your highness Cole World, don't mistake it for a sinus- Infection, at this point, I'm just flexin' Bas is next in line, and the test is time Play the game right, nigga, he gon' rest his mom In the sands of Sudan where she rest her mind And find peace, 'cause her son'll be fine He got the city on his back, and I got him on mine You think I'm lyin'? Shit, step one: got the 'Ville on map Shit I predicted in my raps, I done did all that Next, please, eat rappers, mm, check please Here's a tip while niggas grip my testes You wan' shoot? Then shoot, don't play with me Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga Part II: "Still Tippin'" by Mike Jones [Verse] Ugh, woke up this morning and wondered "Hey, should I get fresh or should I keep it humble?" My closet like Dover Street, used to be bummin' Some days, I'm still bummin', the difference is now, it's 'bout choice Got dressed and peeped out the window, these lil' niggas different They don't play Nintendo, they play with extendos I hope you can limbo That chopper gon' spin you around like a judge on The Voice I'm from a city where most niggas never get lucky enough To see somethin' outside county limits I ran up the digits, I don't have no muh'fuckin' business Complainin' about nothin' Ain't got no time or no patience for lists they be makin' Or who they debatin' is better Let's face it, he one of the greatest No Bill Cosby shit, but if niggas is sleepin', then fuck 'em Most niggas don't understand me I don't do the GRAMMYs, I be in my jammies on sofa Most niggas don't understand me Ferrari or Camry, I bet I look good in 'em both Most niggas don't even get this Cole, How you on top but you don't got no bitches? I know Most niggas don't even get this If given the chance, they trade family for riches, I know Look at my ceilin', it's endless I'm sick and these bitch niggas feelin' the symptoms It ain't enough vitamin C in they system to get rid of me I'ma kill em relentless On top, but I sound like I'm still in the trenches I come from the 'Ville, I turn villains to victims Reach and see "R.I.P." fill up your mentions A message for niggas that's feelin' ambitious How come a nigga still ain't hit his prime? Ahh, you bitch, Off-Season comin' May 14th Fuck all y'all niggas, it's over for you I swear to God
Verse] Yeah, rest assured The best is here in the flesh, and that's for sure The rest should wear 'em a vest, I'm set for war, nigga, press record I send niggas to address the Lord Same flow that put your neck to sword The same flow that just undressed your whore Takeover, nigga, check the score This is chess, better check your board Who gave the world more fire but got less reward? No stress, my only guess is that less is more, more or less Hundred G's in my dresser drawer, I'm blessed Hope IRS don't arrest me for it, I'm new to it My new crib got the Times Square view to it While two bitches lay in my bed, I'm used to it That's your best friend givin' me head, now you do it See, mami? It's not so weird After I hit, I cut you off like Picasso ear Van Gogh or whoever, Goddamn, Cole, you're too clever Like a fucking James Brown sample, you're two-ever Times two, that's forever, more treble Meanin' more high-end shit on your level Put the fear of God in niggas, I'm pure Devil Walkin' contradiction, my description Off the top, magician, compositions nonfiction Shitted in the competition's Pot to piss in, gone, uh, so long, uh Saturdays, a nigga used to mow lawns, uh Nowadays a nigga be eatin' prawns Fuck my bitch by the window, wave to the peeping Toms, ugh Yes, I'm Carolina's finest Southern nigga with New York stamps, honest Out in Queens with the fiends, I'm your highness Cole World, don't mistake it for a sinus- Infection, at this point, I'm just flexin' Bas is next in line, and the test is time Play the game right, nigga, he gon' rest his mom In the sands of Sudan where she rest her mind And find peace, 'cause her son'll be fine He got the city on his back, and I got him on mine You think I'm lyin'? Shit, step one: got the 'Ville on map Shit I predicted in my raps, I done did all that Next, please, eat rappers, mm, check please Here's a tip while niggas grip my testes You wan' shoot? Then shoot, don't play with me Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga Part II: "Still Tippin'" by Mike Jones [Verse] Ugh, woke up this morning and wondered "Hey, should I get fresh or should I keep it humble?" My closet like Dover Street, used to be bummin' Some days, I'm still bummin', the difference is now, it's 'bout choice Got dressed and peeped out the window, these lil' niggas different They don't play Nintendo, they play with extendos I hope you can limbo That chopper gon' spin you around like a judge on The Voice I'm from a city where most niggas never get lucky enough To see somethin' outside county limits I ran up the digits, I don't have no muh'fuckin' business Complainin' about nothin' Ain't got no time or no patience for lists they be makin' Or who they debatin' is better Let's face it, he one of the greatest No Bill Cosby shit, but if niggas is sleepin', then fuck 'em Most niggas don't understand me I don't do the GRAMMYs, I be in my jammies on sofa Most niggas don't understand me Ferrari or Camry, I bet I look good in 'em both Most niggas don't even get this Cole, How you on top but you don't got no bitches? I know Most niggas don't even get this If given the chance, they trade family for riches, I know Look at my ceilin', it's endless I'm sick and these bitch niggas feelin' the symptoms It ain't enough vitamin C in they system to get rid of me I'ma kill em relentless On top, but I sound like I'm still in the trenches I come from the 'Ville, I turn villains to victims Reach and see "R.I.P." fill up your mentions A message for niggas that's feelin' ambitious How come a nigga still ain't hit his prime? Ahh, you bitch, Off-Season comin' May 14th Fuck all y'all niggas, it's over for you I swear to God
This is probably one of the best remakes of something I've heard on RUclips
best remake i've heard.
Agreed
I just want to enjoy my life
And show this world how to care
And nothing brings more joy to my life
Than knowing my girl will be there
Are ya happy girl?
(Huh?)
Knowing that you right near broke my heart in a piece or two
(Huh?)
Knowing that I would have walked across the ocean for you
Saying you're young and confused
Well that's a lame excuse
That's why the only one to blame is you for
Last night
Can't believe what I was hearing
Telling me to have a nice life
So tonight
I don't think I'll spare your feelings
(You're on your own)
I'ma do for me what's right
In your eyes I see a second chance
Maybe I should take another glance?
But for now I'll wash my hands
'Cause I love ya baby
Love ya baby
Pharrell say don't do it the same
But I say ain't playing my games
But for you my soul still remains
'Cause I love ya baby, love ya baby
Are ya happy girl?
(Huh?)
Knowing that you right near broke my heart in a piece or two
(Huh?)
Knowing that I would have walked across the ocean for you
Saying you're young and confused
Well that's a lame excuse
That's why the only one to blame is you for
Last night
Can't believe what I was hearing
Telling me to have a nice life
So tonight
I don't think I'll spare your feelings
(You're on your own)
I'ma do for me what's right
I hope you're thinking
(Remember girl, when I was your man)
I hope it sinks in
(If you don't understand, then you don't understand)
We're gonna stop dreaming
(The way I feel)
About you
Owww!
Last night
Can't believe what I was hearing
Telling me to have a nice life
So tonight
I don't think I'll spare your feelings
(You're on your own)
I'ma do for me what's right
Last night
(Just a last night)
Can't believe what I was hearing
(Just can't believe it baby)
Telling me to have a nice life
(Oh)
So tonight
(Yeah)
I don't think I'll spare your feelings
(You're on your own)
I'ma do for me what's right
(Got something I wanna tell ya girl)
I hope you're thinking
(Tell me girl, when I was your man)
I hope it sinks in
(If you don't understand, then you don't understand)
Well I guess I'm gonna stop dreaming
(The way I feel)
About you
(Let me tell you one more time)
I hope you're thinking
(Tell me girl, when I was your man - my baby)
I hope it sinks in
(If you don't understand,
Then you don't understand - yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Well I guess I'm gonna stop dreaming
(The way I feel)
About you
Oh baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See I ain't gonna be the one
Ain't gonna play these games with you
But I still love you!
Remember girl when I was your man?
Ain't nothing gonna take that away
No, no, no no, no, no, no
See I remember
In December
We were walking holding hands
And I was your man
Can't we just get back to that?
Baby?
This is incredible. You did an amazing job. I mean...just...wow.
Thank you for posting. Absolutely satisfying
Incredible. Hat off
Southwest chamber orchestra did a awesome job in this song and take it from here
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Michael Prince - Last Night - Justin Timberlake [Produced By The Neptunes] [Year: 2002] [Album: Justified]
Amazing
This is what's up....I can dig it man!!!
Nice remake. Nice Chords. True musician to remake this.
Is this a remake, man? It's really nice.
2:24 best part
Look me..I there again
Sergim Lol nice. 3 years later you came back.
@@himoverthere6716 I really like this album !! I didn't even remember that I had commented here.
Sergim Bro, I feel the same way. Easily one of my favorite albums.
@@himoverthere6716 You have a good taste bro!! Great album
WOW I CAN'T STOP LISTENING. HOW DID YOU GET THE CHORDS? REVEAL YOURSELF YOUNG PHARRELL
Dope
WHAT DID YOU USE? EXCELLENT REMAKE BASS IS ON POINT
amo essa musica
I like it!💖
Thanks dude
🤤🤤
That chorus guitar you've used actually sounds MORE Neptunes than the instrument Pharrell ended up choosing. Nice work!
Yes thats the Neptunes tool box!
I didn’t know this was a remake
Awesome!
not bad
...... what?
Verse]
Yeah, rest assured
The best is here in the flesh, and that's for sure
The rest should wear 'em a vest, I'm set for war, nigga, press record
I send niggas to address the Lord
Same flow that put your neck to sword
The same flow that just undressed your whore
Takeover, nigga, check the score
This is chess, better check your board
Who gave the world more fire but got less reward?
No stress, my only guess is that less is more, more or less
Hundred G's in my dresser drawer, I'm blessed
Hope IRS don't arrest me for it, I'm new to it
My new crib got the Times Square view to it
While two bitches lay in my bed, I'm used to it
That's your best friend givin' me head, now you do it
See, mami? It's not so weird
After I hit, I cut you off like Picasso ear
Van Gogh or whoever, Goddamn, Cole, you're too clever
Like a fucking James Brown sample, you're two-ever
Times two, that's forever, more treble
Meanin' more high-end shit on your level
Put the fear of God in niggas, I'm pure Devil
Walkin' contradiction, my description
Off the top, magician, compositions nonfiction
Shitted in the competition's
Pot to piss in, gone, uh, so long, uh
Saturdays, a nigga used to mow lawns, uh
Nowadays a nigga be eatin' prawns
Fuck my bitch by the window, wave to the peeping Toms, ugh
Yes, I'm Carolina's finest
Southern nigga with New York stamps, honest
Out in Queens with the fiends, I'm your highness
Cole World, don't mistake it for a sinus-
Infection, at this point, I'm just flexin'
Bas is next in line, and the test is time
Play the game right, nigga, he gon' rest his mom
In the sands of Sudan where she rest her mind
And find peace, 'cause her son'll be fine
He got the city on his back, and I got him on mine
You think I'm lyin'? Shit, step one: got the 'Ville on map
Shit I predicted in my raps, I done did all that
Next, please, eat rappers, mm, check please
Here's a tip while niggas grip my testes
You wan' shoot? Then shoot, don't play with me
Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga
Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga
Part II: "Still Tippin'" by Mike Jones
[Verse]
Ugh, woke up this morning and wondered
"Hey, should I get fresh or should I keep it humble?"
My closet like Dover Street, used to be bummin'
Some days, I'm still bummin', the difference is now, it's 'bout choice
Got dressed and peeped out the window, these lil' niggas different
They don't play Nintendo, they play with extendos
I hope you can limbo
That chopper gon' spin you around like a judge on The Voice
I'm from a city where most niggas never get lucky enough
To see somethin' outside county limits
I ran up the digits, I don't have no muh'fuckin' business
Complainin' about nothin'
Ain't got no time or no patience for lists they be makin'
Or who they debatin' is better
Let's face it, he one of the greatest
No Bill Cosby shit, but if niggas is sleepin', then fuck 'em
Most niggas don't understand me
I don't do the GRAMMYs, I be in my jammies on sofa
Most niggas don't understand me
Ferrari or Camry, I bet I look good in 'em both
Most niggas don't even get this
Cole, How you on top but you don't got no bitches? I know
Most niggas don't even get this
If given the chance, they trade family for riches, I know
Look at my ceilin', it's endless
I'm sick and these bitch niggas feelin' the symptoms
It ain't enough vitamin C in they system to get rid of me
I'ma kill em relentless
On top, but I sound like I'm still in the trenches
I come from the 'Ville, I turn villains to victims
Reach and see "R.I.P." fill up your mentions
A message for niggas that's feelin' ambitious
How come a nigga still ain't hit his prime?
Ahh, you bitch, Off-Season comin' May 14th
Fuck all y'all niggas, it's over for you
I swear to God
Verse]
Yeah, rest assured
The best is here in the flesh, and that's for sure
The rest should wear 'em a vest, I'm set for war, nigga, press record
I send niggas to address the Lord
Same flow that put your neck to sword
The same flow that just undressed your whore
Takeover, nigga, check the score
This is chess, better check your board
Who gave the world more fire but got less reward?
No stress, my only guess is that less is more, more or less
Hundred G's in my dresser drawer, I'm blessed
Hope IRS don't arrest me for it, I'm new to it
My new crib got the Times Square view to it
While two bitches lay in my bed, I'm used to it
That's your best friend givin' me head, now you do it
See, mami? It's not so weird
After I hit, I cut you off like Picasso ear
Van Gogh or whoever, Goddamn, Cole, you're too clever
Like a fucking James Brown sample, you're two-ever
Times two, that's forever, more treble
Meanin' more high-end shit on your level
Put the fear of God in niggas, I'm pure Devil
Walkin' contradiction, my description
Off the top, magician, compositions nonfiction
Shitted in the competition's
Pot to piss in, gone, uh, so long, uh
Saturdays, a nigga used to mow lawns, uh
Nowadays a nigga be eatin' prawns
Fuck my bitch by the window, wave to the peeping Toms, ugh
Yes, I'm Carolina's finest
Southern nigga with New York stamps, honest
Out in Queens with the fiends, I'm your highness
Cole World, don't mistake it for a sinus-
Infection, at this point, I'm just flexin'
Bas is next in line, and the test is time
Play the game right, nigga, he gon' rest his mom
In the sands of Sudan where she rest her mind
And find peace, 'cause her son'll be fine
He got the city on his back, and I got him on mine
You think I'm lyin'? Shit, step one: got the 'Ville on map
Shit I predicted in my raps, I done did all that
Next, please, eat rappers, mm, check please
Here's a tip while niggas grip my testes
You wan' shoot? Then shoot, don't play with me
Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga
Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga
Part II: "Still Tippin'" by Mike Jones
[Verse]
Ugh, woke up this morning and wondered
"Hey, should I get fresh or should I keep it humble?"
My closet like Dover Street, used to be bummin'
Some days, I'm still bummin', the difference is now, it's 'bout choice
Got dressed and peeped out the window, these lil' niggas different
They don't play Nintendo, they play with extendos
I hope you can limbo
That chopper gon' spin you around like a judge on The Voice
I'm from a city where most niggas never get lucky enough
To see somethin' outside county limits
I ran up the digits, I don't have no muh'fuckin' business
Complainin' about nothin'
Ain't got no time or no patience for lists they be makin'
Or who they debatin' is better
Let's face it, he one of the greatest
No Bill Cosby shit, but if niggas is sleepin', then fuck 'em
Most niggas don't understand me
I don't do the GRAMMYs, I be in my jammies on sofa
Most niggas don't understand me
Ferrari or Camry, I bet I look good in 'em both
Most niggas don't even get this
Cole, How you on top but you don't got no bitches? I know
Most niggas don't even get this
If given the chance, they trade family for riches, I know
Look at my ceilin', it's endless
I'm sick and these bitch niggas feelin' the symptoms
It ain't enough vitamin C in they system to get rid of me
I'ma kill em relentless
On top, but I sound like I'm still in the trenches
I come from the 'Ville, I turn villains to victims
Reach and see "R.I.P." fill up your mentions
A message for niggas that's feelin' ambitious
How come a nigga still ain't hit his prime?
Ahh, you bitch, Off-Season comin' May 14th
Fuck all y'all niggas, it's over for you
I swear to God
Wrong lyrics bro