Cross The Border Remix Lyrics - Kelis

(Chorus) 

you want me to cross the border? 

well come on baby 

you want me to cross the border? 

well come on baby 

(Boobonic) 

They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones 

and aye, the AK tear bones, Homes 

seldomely ever talk over cell phones 

or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass tubes 

every whip, every bitch, every leather coat 

since '88 to right now I was never broke 

back then I was V'd up 

with a nut cup, problem with the price nigga? see Buck 

never waitin' in line nigga, I bump 

pay everybody shit just to get to the front 

young, did I mention Twenty One? 

with more houses that sell than Century Twenty One 

cops respect 'cause they know we big 

and ain't lock us up for bodies that they know we did 

that M shit clean you out like ammonia 

imagine '89 fuckin' Appolonia. 

(Clipse) 

Last name Robinson, first name Stacy 

I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy 

'88 graffiti, chicks was still masin' 

I was a Millionaire when Rick James was freebasin' 

I paved the way, showed ballers how to ride today 

I chopped the roof off my ride that day 

imagine all the hate I made? 

used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days 

they would shoot up my cars 

I would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job 

flamboyant like a gold One-Ninety 

with a side panel reading, I want you to find me 

c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it came with a Kit 

when you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it 

Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me ya'll 

I'm from Virginia where the Southern draw 

don't mind me... 

(Mr. Mister) 

See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels? husky 

connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they don't fuck me 

who owe me money in the streets? try to duck me 

wigs get split like bananas, trust me 

keep it butter, call me Land 'O Lakes 

got more crack on the streets than Cali after earthquakes 

Southwest gon' vouch for this 

our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick 

easy money, that was all in Eighty-Nine 

locked down every block, made all gravy mine 

Gucci slides cost Three-Twenty-Five 

I, pulled up in the Three-Twenty-Five I 

and A.J. bought a Joe-Paul-Mary 

silk shirts, his gators was Blueberry 

and this the shit OG's used to do 

scoop every young boy and treat 'em to City Blue. 

(Fabolous) 

It's like ya'll don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve 

given a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve 

ain't nobody come near the minor 

that was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina 

by Ninety I was already a crack legend 

pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac Legend 

I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the shores 

and I could go a month straight in Fila Valores 

the way I used to equip with my features 

I was comin' to Junior High School in better whips than the teachers 

'bout my paper, I ain't even think 'bout the chicks 

but I kept everything Gucci from my link to my kicks 

beatbox Mike, I learned to cook as a child 

got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial 

got Five at Eighteen, I took it and smiled 

came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves 

I'm back... 

(Chorus)