Album: Hood Hop (2004)
[whispering]
TrackBoyz.
[J-Kwon]
C´mon..yea
C´mon..yea
C´mon..yea
C´mon..ay
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Call me, I am the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
Dayton´s on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, that is summin you can be
Keep playin´ wit me, then I´ve got to hit ya peeps
The girls love me, ´cause I am from the streets
In the bed, I am goin´ thirty at least
Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
It is so big she gon´ let me hit it from the back
Not knowin´ she a rat, she suckin´ on my tat
I´ve got to rub her, so theres nuthin´ wrong with that
the weed hold that, the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please don´t hold back
Where your eyes at? lickin´ the Kodak
And when I am finished, then you comin´ it is yo pack
Now..
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad
Jeans fittin´ tight, weave fittin´ right
The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin´ the Bacardi
Betta watch your man cause I am feelin´ kinda naughty
I am lookin´ to my left, over to my right
I head to the flo´, time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might´ve to catch a case
Don´t let the face fool ya, I will give it to ya
Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You want to f*ck wit´ me, you´ve got to pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you can´t hang
Get the f*ck up out my face & let me do my thang
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Gon´ hit the flo´...gon´ hit the flo´
Well I hops out the ´Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I am a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe & several hoes, I will brag
Yea I got a grammar, some say it is country
But the truth is none of y´all gettin´ money
I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble
Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon´ fumble
[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
Skin tight denim, fat ass in ´em
I can tell by the way he lookin´ at me I can pimp him
This nigga herre lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit´ a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, colder than December
I am rockin´ my stilettos, box of Ameretto´s
Before the night is over I ama probably have to check hoes
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
Show your ass, gon´ hit the flo´
[J-Kwon (repeat till fade)]
Show your ass
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