Lyrics:
here baby
Come on, let's go
So do how you do it
Jump around, bend over, get to it
Make it go back down to the ground
Pick it up let's go
Don't
give it up (Yeah)
Middle Eastern girls wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
Mami make your money, make your cash
Make like a bongo and pop
, check, baby, 1-2-3
Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2
Check, baby, check, baby, 1
It's called rump shaker, the piece is like sweeter than candy
I'm
Look, It's that Nepalese man, baby them man all know that
When we touch down, face get crossed out, mandem get left like Kodak
You say them man there
came way too far, I can't fuck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can
you want it baby
Come and put it on me have me broke up in the mornin' yea
Shake that ass shake it shake it
Make that cash make it make it
Shake that
and makin 'em jerks
Big fluid when I do it, everybody say "go"
The cut creator of the hood, and already a pro
Smoking up the fat grams and slam like Big
Put the bread in the basket
Fuck ha right out her lashes
Declining advances
A descendant of Sanchez
I ain't make it dances
Ain't run out of chances
Made
Ever since I held you baby
It's like everything changed
I don't think I could love another
Quite I would love you
One thing I discovered
Is that
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
a fuss
But before you make another move
Let's start by taking care of us
I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
else but the Rule?
You feel me
Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot
Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop
And to make it better, baby got
I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em
I'll lay a game to 'em
I'm gassin' misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love
Gotta get my paper
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
blessed in this motherfucker
Gotta chase the bag and make yourself a living, brotha'
Gotta get the bag and give back to my only mother
Said you'd be by my
gangbangers, they relate
When I pull up, it's a murder
When I pull up, it's a murder
Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like
contains disease it's sickle
This life I've taken a situation like Rick Sanchez and got the hell up out of this pickle
Got my wings spread, this tracks
Baby girl I'm here to stay
Wrap your head in my blanket
While we watch the space lift
Baby girl you're my favorite
You make my universe shift
I think its
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
Whether you like it or not,he's back
D-A-double D-why Fat Sacks
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast
(Bongo by the way)
(Bongo) it's Eazy
Baby, back it up, yeah, yeah
Baby, back it up, whoa
Baby, drop it back on me like a pick-up truck, yeah
Ey big girl make em' back it up, make em' back it up
Wait a minute now
Wait a minute now
Wait a minute now
Wait a minute now
Wobble baby, wobble
Sanchez
We already got that in there?
Thats cool
Your head up
Your head up
Your head up
Your head up
Keep your head up
This love I swear is
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
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