Smack That

Shady Konvict Upfront I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Shorty, if you wanna ride, you can ride on me We can bump heads and collide on me Want beef? Damn right, can rely on me To bring that Campbell like Naomi Just pull that girl and take it on easy Lookin' all oiled-up and all greasy 'Bout that time you stop that teasin' Way that you drop done got me here cheesin' What's funny is that you takin' all my money for real I'd rather spend it on you right now than my homie's bail And I can see that's what you're made fo' And ain't ever been no lame ho With that booty bought and paid fo' Won't move 'til you on my payroll I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh (yeah, yeah, Stat Quo! Ahhh!) I love when you do it Girl, move to it like you're used to it Drop it down, I want to put my thing through it To the crib we go, go fast and slow Make it twirl like a stripper, slide down my pole Shorty ass so swole, got your boy like, "Whoa!" One night with me, now she wanna marry Stat Quo But I'm like, "No, let's keep it on the low On occasion let me come through and tap that hole." Make you lose control and all her girls know That I hit it right at night, I'm a pro I only come 'round and get sexual If she flexible and bisexual I might stay around for a longer time Only if, only if she can blow my mind I can hurt that, murk that, work that spine Now she in love and wants to be mine; Stat Quo, yeah! I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more (yeah, it's Bobby Creek, know what I'm sayin'?) Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh The ice in the watch reflects the light to her The money quite green and the ice light bluer The swag might kill her, so I said good night to her She don't want me to leave, I can see right through her So we dipped out, burn one, trip out Get low like Caribbean limbo Didn't go out like light, baby girl, get right Head so swole my hat don't fit right We can cruise in the car or we could take flight The middle of the night, make your body eight-like Mike Vick against the Eagles Call myself a king 'cause I'm regal To be this hot is not legal But we don't care—listen, baby, it's a fact that If you drop back I'ma quarterback sack that We can go deep and I can shark attack that Say you don't remember where your keys and your hat at? I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Hello What up? Hello Yo I can't, I can't hear you Let me call you right back I sense someone's tappin' in to my phones Why do, I got this feelin' in my palms I might die soon The FBI might be tryna pull my file soon I might be walkin' blindfold in to a typhoon I might be seein' rockets light up the night sky Right outside of the window of my livin' room And if they do, then you say goodnight and bye-bye to them iTunes If I don't try to record as much before I do Yo yo yo Hold up hold up Bring that back to the top man (Marshall Mathers)