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"Neil Cicierega - Wow Wow (Remix) (HQ Audio)" is a high quality FLAC of the remix of "Wow Wow" by Neil Cicierega. It was originally uploaded to the Music - Topic channel, with the title "Wow Wow", but was taken down with the rest of the channel. It was then reuploaded to the recordcollector1972 channel, but without the Music - Topic format seen in the original video.

Jokes[]

The song has been mashed up with various songs by The Notorious B.I.G., specifically:

  • "Somebody's Gotta Die" (briefly during the intro, interrupting the "All Star" sample)
  • "I Love the Dough" and "The Grind (ft. 50 Cent)" (during the verses and last chorus)
  • "Biggie" and "Gimme the Loot" (during the chorus sections)

Sentence-mixed samples from other songs by The Notorious B.I.G. are also featured throughout the song.

Lyrics[]

SOME- body gotta die.

We hit makers with acres

roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us.

Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq.

Country house, tennis courts on horseback.

Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster?

Who say mobsters don't prosper?

N***as is actors, n***as deserve Oscars.

Me, I'm critically acclaimed, slug pass your brain.

Reminisce on dames whose coochie used to stink

when we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links.

Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places.

Tito smile every time, he see our faces.

Cases catch more than outfielders.

Half these rappin' cats ain't seen war.

Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame.

Speak my name, I make 'em Dash like Dame.

B.G.

Representin' f**ktown.

B.G.

N***as better step down.

B.G.

You know the routine, the cream,

you know the drama Biggie bring. (Uh!)

B.G.

Hardcore with the c**t.

N***as ain't [???] show his front. (Uh! B.)

When I bust my gat, motherf**kers [???]

I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin'.

Watch is platinum, got jet lag from

fights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes.

Make the best CDs and the best tapes.

Don't forget the vinyl; take girls, break spinals.

Biggie be Richie like Lionel, s**t.

You seen the Jesús, dipped to H classes.

Ice project off lights, chick flashes.

Blind your broke a**es, even got rocks in the beards and mustaches.

Rock top fashions.

Ain't s**t changed, 'cept the number after the dot on the Range/

Way n***as look at me now, kinda strange.

I hate y'all too.

Rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel.

It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal.

B***hes used to go, "Ewww!"

Still tote steel, I'm tryin' to see five mil off the single, for real.

You ain't fazin' the amazin'.

While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin'.

See you want see me all talkin' to sweetness.

Take it for weakness and leave quick.

Blocka, Roc-A-Fella, Bad Boy collabo.

Two MCs with mad dough, you know.

B.G.

Representin' f**ktown.

B.G.

N***as better step down.

B.G.

You know the routine, the cream,

you know the drama Biggie bring. (Uh!)

B.G.

Hardcore with the c**t.

N***as ain't [???] show his front. (Uh! B.)

When I bust my gat, motherf**kers [???]

B.G. You know the [???] Biggie bring. [x2]

You know the [???] Biggie bring.

[???]

N***as talkin' it but ain't livin' it.

Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard s**t.

'Gator trunks b***h, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy.

Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies.

Stories like a motherf**ker.

Model b***hes wondering if I'ma f**k with her.

She know I treat my b***hes like Ivana.

Dolce and Gabana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'.

H-class diamonds shinin', dinner with wifey winin', dinin'.

Smoking cigars in Bogotá with Colombian n***as named Panama.

And Englique and s**t, games we play life endin'.

B***hes bending over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans.

And Donna Karan tank tops, I got your bank stopped.

Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of 'em.

Advancin' from duplex to mansions.

Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas, VCR's in my V's.

Game elevates money I make into stocks and real estates, b***h.

Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sand.

Discussing plans with my man.

Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and a system.

That leaves my rear views tremblin'.

What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?

Drop to your knees and show gratitude.

Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing I stay potent.

B***h is devoted, take my d**k and deep throat it.

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