Get Down Like Dat - Lyrics - No Doubt - 702

Title: Get Down Like Dat
Album: No Doubt
Artist: 702
Composer(s): Barry Eugene White, Kevin Harold Mc Kenzie, Troy Taylor, Jean Claude Olivier, Rashad Smith, Charles Farrar, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Get down, oh yeah, oh alright
This is how we get down, yeah
This is how we get down
Tell them all to get down

New in the neighborhood
Looking good to me
She's by your side, I can't deny
Got to know your name

You turn around, you see me now
I think it's love I've found
My friends think I'm crazy
But I don't care 'cause baby I get down

I get down like that, be like that
I won't fret, she's no threat to me
It may seem wrong, it's all about
What I want and sometimes

Why don't you be like that?
It's on like that
I'm gon' get ya
If I like what I see, yeah

You're on my mind I think you're fine
But you're with her and I don't care
Can't let you get away
I want you just because

She pulls you, turns you
Try so hard to take your eyes away
It's too late and you know it
'Cause I got you in a daze, I get down

I get down like that, be like that
I won't fret, she's no threat to me
It may seem wrong, it's all about
What I want and sometimes

Why don't you be like that?
It's on like that
I'm gon' get ya
If I like what I see, yeah

Tell me, am I wrong to go for what I like?
When she holds you tight
You want me, it's only right
And I don't care

Her name's not stamped on you
That means she don't own you
I'm gonna make you mine

I get down like that, be like that
I won't fret, she's no threat to me
It may be wrong, it's all about
What I want and sometimes

Why don't you be like that?
It's on like that
I'm gon' get ya
If I like what I see, yeah

I get down like that, be like that
I won't fret, she's no threat to me
It may seem wrong, it's all about
What I want, yeah

Why don't you be like that?
It's on like that
I'm gon' get ya
If I like what I see, yeah

I get down like that, be like that
I won't fret, she's no threat to me, yeah
And sometimes it'll be

Why don't you be like that?
It's on like that
I'm gon' get ya
If I like what I see, yeah

I get down like that, be like that
I won't fret, she's no threat to me
Sometimes it'll be

Why don't you be like that?
It's on like that
I'm gon' get ya
If I like what I see, babe

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Get Low - Lyrics - Kings of Crunk - Lil Jon &Amp; Eastside Boyz

Title: Get Low
Album: Kings of Crunk
Artist: Lil Jon &Amp; Eastside Boyz
Composer(s): D'Angelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Jonathan H Smith

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Lyric:
3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

Shortie crunk, so fresh ,so clean
Can she fuck that question been harassing me
In the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50th 11 times

Now can I play with yo panty line
The club owner said I need to calm down
Security guard go to sweating me now
We got drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now

She getting crunk in the club I mine she work it
Ands then I like to see the female twerking
Taking the clothes off buckey naked
ATL, hoe don't disrespect it

Pa pop yo pussy like this
'Cause Yin Yang Twins in this bitch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit' me
And we all like to see Ass and tities

Now bring yo ass over here hoe
And let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor and if yo ass wanta
Act you can keep yo ass where you at

3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

Let me see you get low, you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor, you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low, you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor, you scared you, scared you

Turn dat ass, shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass, to the left and the right ya
Turn dat ass, shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass, to the left and the right ya

Now back, back, back it up
A back, back, back it up
A back, back, back it up
A back, back, back it up

Now stop, oh, then wiggle wit', yeah
Now stop, oh, then wiggle wit', yeah
Now stop, oh, then wiggle wit', yeah
Now stop, oh, then wiggle wit', wiggle wit it

3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant

Hoe move to the left if you ain't 'bout 50th
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
Looking at a nigga with yo palm all out
Bitch, I ain't even seen you dance

Twerk something baby, work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch wit' yo little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop

Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass drity dance
Ying Yang we done again
And put it on the map like ann

3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

Got dam, ya y'all twreking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat
Now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
We want y'all to do this shit like this

Bend over to the front touch toes
Back dat ass up and down and get low
Bend over to the front touch toes
Back dat ass up and down and get low

Bend over to the front touch toes
Back dat ass up and down and get low
Bend over to the front touch toes
Back dat ass up and down and get low

3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

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Shawty Get Loose - Lyrics - Shawty Get Loose - Lil' Mama

Title: Shawty Get Loose
Album: Shawty Get Loose
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): Adrian Vashawn Quinn, Tracy (Dr) Randall, Shawn Davis

Lyric:
(Greatness + Greatness = Great Greatness)
Hey! Hey! Hey!

The way we get loose, we move our shoulders
Forwards, heads back
Get it in control like Janet Jack
Get it on the floor, let them know what?s happening

L.I.L. you better ask somebody
I been on my grind since butt touch potty
Y?all don?t really want it with the Yung God Toddla
With a flow so spec like technolotta

It?s so sick how the clock go tick
Keep giving y?all hits like teckmatic, uh!
That?s the reason why I spit it how I spit it
When I spit it?s like mucus, gotta get rid of it

These chicks don?t pop like me
Uncompatible girl, no comparing me
And ain?t none of y?all scaring me
Like don?t you wish your girl was as bad as me?

Yeah! With a flow so sick like Twista
So sweet, what could be cold like Mystic
Instincts come so smooth like what is it
BK-H-Dub ours like a wizard

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Nappy boi!)
(Shawty get loose)

What it do do, tell it to the Pizzain
You already know, tell 'em I?m the mizzain
Shawty you ain't messin' with a lezzamz
I'ma have you loose on the floor you gon' be steppin' with a kizzain

I mindboggle models with a bottle of something good
I take 'em to the hood and have they ass going insane
A hard rap artist that hang with singers
So don't think this thing is hard ?cause homie it ain't

I'm loose loose you gotta be kidding me
You tellin' me shawty right here can take her hair down
And do it like you you
If all of this is true, you gotta show me
What you done told me, now do it, 5 4 3 2 2

You know Pain came to change the game
All the way from the same thing
It's some of that new new
Impress me, I want one person on this floor to try to test me

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)
In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)

In the crib, in the club, on the block it don't matter
I spit stat, 4 5 6, a doo doo dada
How she d-d-do da like dat?
Got the hood on the back and the pockets is fat

Still rolling, rolling, left, right
Shot calling calling, that's right
Got my team on the market for millions we ?bout to pop it
Lock drop and roll like a hip hop rock show

You never know where my mind gon? go
N-n-not Puerto Rican but I like mangos
So smooth on the dance floor, so move on the dance floor
When you see me coming, I'm running it like a game show

You ain?t know? Lil Mama goes
She be burning and pumping to hit you with the bus flow
She's hot!
Get it loose on the floor and I cannot stop! What!

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)

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Shawty Get Loose (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Mama

Title: Shawty Get Loose (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): Adrian Vashawn Quinn, Tracy (Dr) Randall, Shawn Davis

Lyric:
(Greatness + Greatness = Great Greatness)
Hey! Hey! Hey!

The way we get loose, we move our shoulders
Forwards, heads back
Get it in control like Janet Jack
Get it on the floor, let them know what?s happening

L.I.L. you better ask somebody
I been on my grind since butt touch potty
Y?all don?t really want it with the Yung God Toddla
With a flow so spec like technolotta

It?s so sick how the clock go tick
Keep giving y?all hits like teckmatic, uh!
That?s the reason why I spit it how I spit it
When I spit it?s like mucus, gotta get rid of it

These chicks don?t pop like me
Uncompatible girl, no comparing me
And ain?t none of y?all scaring me
Like don?t you wish your girl was as bad as me?

Yeah! With a flow so sick like Twista
So sweet, what could be cold like Mystic
Instincts come so smooth like what is it
BK-H-Dub ours like a wizard

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Nappy boi!)
(Shawty get loose)

What it do do, tell it to the Pizzain
You already know, tell 'em I?m the mizzain
Shawty you ain't messin' with a lezzamz
I'ma have you loose on the floor you gon' be steppin' with a kizzain

I mindboggle models with a bottle of something good
I take 'em to the hood and have they ass going insane
A hard rap artist that hang with singers
So don't think this thing is hard ?cause homie it ain't

I'm loose loose you gotta be kidding me
You tellin' me shawty right here can take her hair down
And do it like you you
If all of this is true, you gotta show me
What you done told me, now do it, 5 4 3 2 2

You know Pain came to change the game
All the way from the same thing
It's some of that new new
Impress me, I want one person on this floor to try to test me

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)
In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)

In the crib, in the club, on the block it don't matter
I spit stat, 4 5 6, a doo doo dada
How she d-d-do da like dat?
Got the hood on the back and the pockets is fat

Still rolling, rolling, left, right
Shot calling calling, that's right
Got my team on the market for millions we ?bout to pop it
Lock drop and roll like a hip hop rock show

You never know where my mind gon? go
N-n-not Puerto Rican but I like mangos
So smooth on the dance floor, so move on the dance floor
When you see me coming, I'm running it like a game show

You ain?t know? Lil Mama goes
She be burning and pumping to hit you with the bus flow
She's hot!
Get it loose on the floor and I cannot stop! What!

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)

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Guerrilla Monsoon Rap - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Guerrilla Monsoon Rap
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Tk Greene, E Record, T Trotter, T Jamerson, S Mckenny, Talib Kweli, K West

Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
Let's do it

Kanye West, c'mon turn me up
And Black Thought, c'mon turn me up
And Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up
And Talib Kweli in the house with

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

Yo, I hit these Rmcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan
Ain't a lot of ifs and ands, it's just straight talkin'
It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions
Bitin' off more than you can chew, create offense

Emcee species endangered like dolphins
Rappers is spittin' nails into they own coffins
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket launchin'
Black Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him

Kweli, spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real Emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D, my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me

A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly
That lack skills, like the black community lack unity
Still my rhymes heard like Ali De Phrase
Step off the stage to shouts of Kweli boomayyay

See these four Emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound
Nigga you , gotta, understand the plot ta
Movin' and groovin' and always improvin' alot ta

I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra
Slash Chi Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

Okay, my sound drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the shock value of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us
Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog?

I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for help

From natives walkin' in trailor tears to players sippin' Belvedere
We always comin' well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin' fear
Plus, even my niggaz from the Bede say you hella scared
Truth or consequences, and all senses be well aware

Your style under developed there, hell if I care
What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya crew blazin'
Like sayin' Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin'

Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it
When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it like white trash in seed spittin' contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress

I'm pissed, cumulus clouds of ominous
Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness
Unless, you wanna be leg and armless
That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat, nigga

That's what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
[Incomprehensible] Kanye West, Kweli
Black Thought, Monch Pharoahe

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Can'T Stop, Won'T Stop (Chingy Remix) - Lyrics - Young Gunz

Title: Can'T Stop, Won'T Stop (Chingy Remix)
Artist: Young Gunz
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, Arthur Lanon Neville, Darrell Branch, Nathaniel Glover, Chris Ries, Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Melvin Glover, Joseph Modeliste, Eddie Morris, Hanif Muhammed, George Joseph Jr Porter,Robert D. Wiggins, Guy T. Williams, Leo Paul Nocentelli

Lyric:
Sick sicker, remix
Okay,Young Gunnaz, okay
Seein' me, check
Big Face, that's right
Big Leo, right
Big bird, yeah holla

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist
Next generation, you better stay focused
Youngaz before they time, man you already know this
Ball 'em, never call 'em, kick 'em out before their moment
It seem like once you done, they start drawlin'
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him
I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones

Go Magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim
Four four Magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast 'em
I be laid back, smokin' bags, playin' Madden
You know we tap 'em, middle room, bathroom
Living room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em
Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Man, I can't Stop, won't stop
Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop
To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop
Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock
You wanna' know, It's official when I step up in it
You wanna' party, lemme' get the Y G's
And we a be there in a minute
Maybe chicken-head wit' it
I'm in the authentic, get it boy Jersey G I B hat fitted

Runnin' ten a world, we did it
(Did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em get it
Ching-aling, worldwide girl
(Worldwide girl)
Playa', and I'm pimpin' you never seen my thural side
The girls, the girls they love me
(Love me)
You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E
(Doug E)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me
(Mug me)
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E, D D T

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words
I like nice hair, titties, and nice curves
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'
Shawty's catch everything, everytime I let go
(Okay)
I get her poppin', and let 'em finish the rest yo

And when I'm lookin' for a girl, why I check fo'
Need me a chick, that'll see me squeeze the fifth
On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks
Bringin' all 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do
I be heated if you screw, bring it all back straight
Rock on me, we pop homie, drink it all back straight
Better warn me, ya Barreta on me
Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you losin' all that weight
Holla' at ya boy

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes
(They're they go)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at man?)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes
(They're they go)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down

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Get To Poppin - Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

Title: Get To Poppin
Album: Rich Boy
Artist: Rich Boy
Composer(s): A Perez, Maurece Richards, Brian Kidd, A Riberio

Lyric:
Here I come

When niggas get to poppin'
Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

Money, cars, stars, they be ballin'
Playas, pimps, dem hoes, dey be callin'
Microphone check, one, two, four
Who? Fourth is you

I shut da whole block down like motherfuckin' PD
Niggas wanna be me, dem fiends come to see me
Crack, rock, da block is hot
Dem niggas hatin' on me for da hoes dat I got

But I ain't even trippin' off a trick a bit
'Cause y'all motherfuckers, I ain't hittin' on shit
Broke ass nigga, joke ass nigga
Mess around and be a little smoke ass nigga

Rich Boy chillin', Polo chillin'
What mo' can I say, we 'bout millions
That's what we get, we got it good
And you know we in yo' hood

When niggas get to poppin'
Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

Dem boys be stillin', dem boys dealin'
Up in da hood, dem boys killin'
I'm cold, put ya sweaters on like lil' Charlie Brown
I got enough rounds to lay da whole place down

Thirty-five thousand dollar watch
Two-hundred thousand dollar drop
Three million dollar spot, one, two, it don't stop
Bitch, get your money, hustle up, bubble ten double up
You a real motherfuckin' squirrel, tryna get a nut

From top to yo' bottom, dem hoes, I got 'em
Don't ask me how, don't know who shot 'em
You snitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga
Mess around, getcha self killed, little nigga

Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

Rich boy chillin', Polo chillin'
What more can I say? We 'bout millions
Dat's what we get, we got it good
And you know we in yo' hood
When niggas get to poppin'

When niggas get to poppin'
Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

When niggas get to poppin'

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Like My Style - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: Like My Style
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Dana Stinson, Marvin Bernard

Lyric:
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down

I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot

The hood rats they say "He so crazy"
The snitches they say "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryin' to play me
The aftermath and my wrath is so shady

No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley Coupe cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P 40 glock hit

50 you need some help chill yo, yo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us
They swear to god that it's me sellin' the chop pas
Man I ain't give them lil' niggas no product

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like baby girl I like them curves
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'm a bachelor baby, fuck what you heard

From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G Unit gang, can't another clique out to see us

Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be trying to G us
Try to holla at the kid, every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love

And I ain't got to say nuttin' you know that I'm thugin'
Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin'
We family baby, kissin' cousins now
Look what the riff raff done drug in

For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I'm a New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the don stop bubblin'
After we play, ok, got to ya husband

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

'Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style
You like how I break it down

You're not really, really ready ready
The drama will have ya ass in trauma boy
You're not really, really ready ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin'

You're not really, really ready ready
Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin'
You're not really, really ready ready
You think ya ready, ya not
You're not really really ready ready

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Like My Style (Feattony Yayo Of G Unit) - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Trying - 50 Cent

Title: Like My Style (Feattony Yayo Of G Unit)
Album: Get Rich Or Die Trying
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Dana Stinson, Marvin Bernard

Lyric:
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down

I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn Yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot

The hood rats they say, "He so crazy"
The snitches they say, "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryin' to play me
The Aftermath and my wrath is so shady

No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley Coup cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit

50 you need some help
Chill Yayo I got this

Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us
They swear to God that it's me sellin' the choppas
Man I ain't give them 'lil niggas no product

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like baby girl I like them curves
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard

From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch y'all have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us

Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin' ta G us
Try ta holla at the kid, every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love

And I ain't got to say nuttin' you know that I'm thugin'
Put my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin'
We family baby, kissin' cousins

Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin'
After we play, okay, got to ya husband

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style
You gone like how I break it down

You're not really, really ready, ready
The drama will have ya ass in trauma boy
You're not really, really ready, ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin'

You're not really, really ready, ready
Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin'
You're not really, really ready, ready
You think ya ready, ya not, ya not
Really, really ready, ready

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Booty Drop - Lyrics - 69 Boyz

Title: Booty Drop
Artist: 69 Boyz
Composer(s): Albert V Bryant

Lyric:
Come on, I'm speakin' up
All the big booty girls in the club
Wussup with the table top?
Get up on, and make that booty drop

If you want this pay, you got to work, baby
I ain't goin' anyway, it ain't 'bout no hand out
It's 'bout G-strings and booty cheeks hangin' out
'Cause I'm a get my money's worth
So make that booty, hips and tongue work

'Cause I'll nickel and dime you
If you fail to work what's behind you
But if the dance get felt
Then I'll stick a dub in yo' garter belt

So make these ends
'Cause it's me and some of my big money friends
But you can't be no flop
Just stop and make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Don't try to flaunt, just make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, hey, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Just make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, baby, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)

Drop it on one, then on two
What you gon' do? Don't hold that wallet
There's room on the floor for the both of us
And this my last chance
Before I dip to get this lap dance

And they playin' the funk
Work that skirt and make that booty jump
Shake it down turn around
Now touch the ground, go 'head and do it
And I'm a get a lil' closer to it

It's plenty head room
So work that thing like we in the bedroom
Work what you got
Get on the dance floor and make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, and make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Work it out, work it out, just make it

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)

Go 'head and do it
Shake it, baby, don't stop

Shake it, baby, don't stop
On the dance floor or on the table-top
And you're aight
See if you can make my nature rise

You got the equipment
Now you need just a lil' commitment
You bring that milkshake and the Pudding Tame

And I'll bring the G-string
And a lil' bit of extra flow
Sit and stare and watch that booty go
Come on, I'm speakin' up

All the big booty girls in the club, don't try to flex
One time for Magic City and Rolex
'Cause them the spots to stop
And make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Don't try to flaunt, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, hey, just make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, baby, just make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)

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Hit It Til The Mornin - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Hit It Til The Mornin
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Dennis Round, Robert S. Kelly, Darnell Smith, Anthony Round, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
Ladies, it's your boyfriend
I hope y'all like to do it
Like I like to do it

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Whatchu know about the Mobster Elites
Crucial Conflict and dem Do or Die flows?
Whatchu know about Kellz & Twist
Two multi-platinum artists steppin' out the suicide doors?

I ain't claimin' the crown or the throne
But I know I'm Chi-town to the bone
Come and have a round of Patron
And get down to the song while I tell you
'Bout the ground, I be on Chicago

Tell a girl about K-town and the projects
Downtown and all these places
Caught her starin' at the ice in my ear
She almost fainted when she saw these glaciers

Feel the words when I spit 'em in the mic
First I gotta get up with the mob in the light
Rollin' 40 deep to the club and I'm like
Gotta see who I'm 'bout to fuck tonight

The party so live and I'm 'bout to set it off for the 0 5
It's all good but I got the 4 5
And I found me get down ass hoe for ride
And she got a fat ol' ass that'll brighten up the room
Come, let a West Side Nigga slide this dick off in yo womb

Put the dial on her booty make her lively
Most likely, she think I'ma make her wifey
Got her hooked like Nike, she wanna bite me
When I come up in the room in a White-Tee

Presidential Suite, wit some drank
And some kush about to get 'em on
After dis one night, I'ma be the one you call
When you wanna get a hit until the early mon, pimp on

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Hoppin' out the fancy cars that money can buy
Chick on my side, step off up in the club, 708 reppin' the Chi
I'm at the bar talkin' to this chic sippin' on that magic potion
Tryna get her to let me dive off in that ass like it's an ocean

Rub her down with some
Heated lotion and now, got honey soakin'
She's ready for the pipe, fuckin' wit her emotions

Wanna show you what a true playa's like
You would swear you was in paradise
Wanna turn that ass over and ride
Good-bye to them other guys

Girl, if you ride out wit me, I promise you won't regret it
I shoot hoop and so you know this boy is real athletic
You want me to go down on you, baby, don't even sweat it
Just pass the Remy to me and watch me get real nasty
R is gonna give it to you how you like it, I'll be bumpin' on dat

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Yo Kellz, take another sip, den another trip buy another fifth
(Now, another bad bitch want me)
Grab another clip, hit it like the trip, represent the pimps
(Still a lot of platinum on me)

Sit back, relax and watch her ride on me
Get up in the morning do the same to her homie
Chuuch right here, muthafucka can't clone me
Louis Vitton, Gucci and Prada

Hit it from the back and make her girlfriend holla
Pimperish but he walk like a schola
Stack the paper like the almighty dolla
I'ma make it do, what it do you dig?

Well, it gotta be hoes, gotta be dog, gotta be dro, gotta be well
Gotta be club, gotta be shy, gotta be long, gotta be dance
I was out West at the circle when I met this woman, she was
Dark skinned, had a shape like a model so I know she ain't frontin'

Put that ass in the back of the jeep and I know she's comin'
Says Belo when her toes curl up when I know she's cummin'
They supposed to be cummin'
I can give you what you want like some dick for days

Belo, be a nimfo girl and I can kiss you
Where you wanna, sex you 3-4 ways
Like ya lips, cheeks, arms, back, middle place
But I gotta stay true 'cuz I'm a realist so I gets paid
Do or Die and Kell

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

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Bun Down/Stop Hitch - Lyrics - Elephant Man

Title: Bun Down/Stop Hitch
Artist: Elephant Man
Composer(s): Donovan Bennett, O'Neil Bryan, Craig Parkes

Lyric:
Yep, don what you reap is what you sow
Weh di riddim name good to go
Yep, coolface

Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun down dat
Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know yuh a bun bow cat, let's dance
Bun down dat from mi know you a bun bow cat
Let mi see di lightas dem flash, let's dance

Badman face nuh seat so nuh gal caan poop here
So look here, open up yuh leg
And mek mi jook here
Jack it up jack it up

Mek she vomit and puke here
Rule numba one write it down inna da book here
Tall finga nail caan cook here
Rule numba two

Hold on right before yuh put yuh foot here
Arm nuh fi smell when yuh walk here
Finish here, yuh meet har
Pon February this year

And it clear, waan wid mi gal fi dat dick here
Mi see clear, waan di ghetto yute
So dem a kiss here
Gal a yuh deh move dat wine up and twist here
Shot inna mi face fi get dat fist here
(Come on)

Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun down dat, let's dance
Blaze up dat, mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek me see di lightas dem flash

Alright, badman nuh get down
Humble pon my sitten gal sidung
Mi nah go dweet, so yah can always bun fi bun
Cocky mi shove up inna gal fi get son
Study son, from yuh nyam di sit
Deh yah a miss son

Grown and yuh kids weh yuh glisten
Dump di body inna sea dem find yuh when fishin?
Ready fi dun a bow cat now wid nuh hitchin?
Buss it up buss it up
Mi see hallow point a reach him

Hail inna dem mount a gal kitchen
(Yuh mad)
Have di heart come a talk bout dat finga lickin?
Nyamin off di gal dem like K.C. chicken
Di eagle and di hawk a go pick him
(Hmm)

Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek me see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun bow cat, let's dance
Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Let mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun bow cat

Alright, from dem seh sex a mi job
Bring inna mi lab a then mi apply di stab
Bwoy go nyam dat till him mout full a crab
Wuk gal from Memphis up to Baghdad
Gal a bawl fi mi rag
Yeah, from mi was a lad

Promote a big gal a fight fi mi seat back
(Me)
Neva hesitate fi gi har di cold card
Mash it up, buss it up, Elephant yuh too bad
Mi a punanny ginny god
Bun a nyama and a fag
(Shizzle)

Neva use to lick a lollipop yuh must be mad
(No)
Pon a bow cat head badman nah go trod
(Yuh mad)
Him nuh bow weh bow wave yuh hand like a flag
Wave yuh hand
(Yeah)

Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you bun bow cat, let's dance
Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun bow cat, let's dance

Bun down dat, mek mi see di lightas dem flash
Everybody mek mi bun down dat
From mi know you a bun bow cat, let's dance
Bun down dat, mek mi see di lightas dem flash
Everybody mek mi bun down dat
From mi know you a bun bow cat

Badman face nuh seat so nuh gal caan poop here
So look here, open up yuh leg
And mek mi jook here
Jack it up jack it up

Mek she vomit and puke here
Rule numba one write it down inna da book here
Tall finga nail caan cook here
Rule numba two

Hold on right before yuh put yuh foot here
Arm nuh fi smell when yuh walk here
Finish here, yuh meet har
Pon February this year

And it clear, waan wid mi gal fi dat dick here
Mi see clear, waan di ghetto yute
So dem a kiss here
Gal a yuh deh move dat wine up and twist here
Shot inna mi face fi get dat fist here
(Come on)

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Ding Dong Song - Lyrics - 69 Boyz

Title: Ding Dong Song
Artist: 69 Boyz
Composer(s): Albert V Bryant

Lyric:
95 South and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the phone
And get ready for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling song
(Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong)
(Hooh, da-dat, da-dat, da-dat)

Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, believe dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it goes like this, c'mon

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Yo, don't try to fake the funk on
Go on, give you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So mangy kitty-cat, get back
Get back, get back, get back, uhh

'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground beef
Backed up by a glass of Sweet T
And you know my theme song, uhh, that ding-a-long
So just call me 'ball park'
'Cause I pump when you click your jaw

And girl, I'm surprised you took it all
'Cause I run you like a track meet
I can't wait, so jump in the back seat
In y' caddy, or bikini, so get ready, for the [unverified]
And you know the words, so sing along
And prepare for the ding-ding-ding-along

Girl, you know you's a winner
Tell me what you want for dinner
How 'bout a six-pack of that
Ding-ding-dong, da-dat, da-dat

Help us, help us, 68
Who do you appreciate?
The one that's singin' you a sweet song,
Or the one that's feedin' you ding-dong?

'Cause I can't sing too well
But I can make that kitty-cat swell
So before I push up
Hold your breath and wish yourself good luck

This ain't 'I Dream of Jeannie'
And I ain't got no teeny weenie
Just call me King Kong
Leader of the pack when it comes to ding-dong

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

95 South, get on the mic now

Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-ding-dong
Come on over for a game of ping-pong
I'll serve, 'cause girl, I like ya
Pass ya 'round and lemme spike ya

So let a nigga get on ya
Pretty baby, I'm gon-na
Call ya up one night to ring-a-ling
Put in your order for a 3-piece ding-a-ling

Or an extra crispy Dom dinner
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a winner
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you fall asleep
Call me Black, or Daddy Dog Sheep

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to keep her
'Cause a nigga like Black'll creep her
Hey yo, girl, you can't go wrong
With this ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

It's the Booty Man

C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time
95 South down with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers! You're gettin' weak
'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach

And it ain't no shame
Hey girl, let's go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll feed ya
I got a menu, so let me read ya

Hot smoked sausages and some salty peanuts
And great, big ol' hot-dawgs that'll sho'nuff fill ya up, right
But yo, don't try to eat too much
'Cause you know you might get choked
But you can't play around with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it ain't no joke

So when you come inside to fight tonight
Be ready for the ding-a-ling
And you can bring your glove if you want this love
So step inside the ring

I got left jabs and right jabs
And I'ma hit you below the belt
I talked to the surgeon general
He said ding-a-ling was good for your health, uhh

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
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Do That.... - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Do That....
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Varick Smith, P Smith, Byron Thomas, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Let's go
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Valet to da keys 'cause the cars so strong
Twenty four ooh, mami know too
Ballas come through the side do' wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right, plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too

Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying

I bought the bar out so he bought the bar too
It ain't nothin' to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings, Birdman drive a red range

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Now shake it fast, watch yourself
Ma show me what you workin' wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a niga wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin' ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got there bend over show that tattoo right there
Just shake it, shake it, break it, break it

Now look at you momma, oh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oh, she's all that
Baby you a design a wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Till you steam and you scream, I'm burnin' up
On the scene I seen her doin' the butt
Keep doin' what your doin' to her, let's go

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

I see you lookin' at me momma like you could, drop somethin'
Keep lookin' at me momma 'cause you a, hot somethin'
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin'
No playin' around momma, stop frontin'

I see what you doin' mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma

See those, let's go
Tell hot get them broads I'll bring 'em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floor
Bend over pop it love, show me what'cha know

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

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Do That... - Lyrics - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

Title: Do That...
Artist: Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Composer(s): Varick Smith, P Smith, Byron Thomas, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Let's go
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Valet to da keys 'cause the cars so strong
Twenty four ooh, mami know too
Ballas come through the side do' wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right, plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too

Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying

I bought the bar out so he bought the bar too
It ain't nothin' to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings, Birdman drive a red range

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Now shake it fast, watch yourself
Ma show me what you workin' wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a niga wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin' ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got there bend over show that tattoo right there
Just shake it, shake it, break it, break it

Now look at you momma, oh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oh, she's all that
Baby you a design a wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Till you steam and you scream, I'm burnin' up
On the scene I seen her doin' the butt
Keep doin' what your doin' to her, let's go

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

I see you lookin' at me momma like you could, drop somethin'
Keep lookin' at me momma 'cause you a, hot somethin'
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin'
No playin' around momma, stop frontin'

I see what you doin' mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma

See those, let's go
Tell hot get them broads I'll bring 'em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floor
Bend over pop it love, show me what'cha know

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

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