[Kangol Slim]. We wanna see you hoes make it wiggle. Wanna see ya make it pop, make it jiggle. Why don't 'cha hit the floor and shake it up?. Turn around make it twerk, now back that ass up.
Gangsta. (Gangsta). Gangsta. (Gangsta). . Gang-bangin' murder with the killin'. Stackin' Phillys to the ceiling. Bloody body chillin', can't fight the feeling.
[Chorus:]. I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest. I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest. I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest. I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest.
I've come to shake my ass. I've come to shake my ass. (Three 6 Mafia). I've come to shake my ass. I've come to hypnotize my ass. . I've come to shake my ass.
Upside down you're swingin on the pole. I ain't even gotta tell her which way to go. She ready now. She ready now. Upside down you're swingin on the pole.
I know I aint supposed to hit and double back. Cause I don't get down like that (But I'm Gonna). I know I aint supposed to let her push my whip. And stunt in front of my chicks (But I'm Gonna).
So hot, so hot. This is the sound of the 30's. . One, two, one, two, three, four. . Gather round all you rug tatters. Because we're going to show you.
We be the untraditional metaphorically medicinal. 2nafishypoo decibal peaks be my ritual. One condition though, we laying law like a municipal. Lyrics habitual, wit puffing buddha, get your crew.
[Chali 2na]. Sparklin' extreme spinnage. Watchin' your scene plumett. If lyrics were green vomit. My vocals would clean stomachs. Addicts wean from it.
{Yea, you're pickin' up fat records. Go ahead, you go pick 'em up fat boy. Pick 'em up fatty, sausage gut. Go ahead fatso. You pick up a sausage sandwich for me there.
Ahhhhh.... Wjbs, on your radio dial. With the morning of the fox, that rocks the box. Expect sunshine today!. For yesterday's rain has faded far away.
Educated man, from the motherland. You see, they call me a star but that's not what I am. I'm a jungle brother, a true blue brother. And I've been to many places you'll never discover.
[Jump Smokers]. (Chorus). I party like a rock star. Look like a movie star. Play like a allstar. F*ck like a porno star. Baby imma superstar (x4). . [Qwote].
[Verse 1]. She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker. Other hoes can't touch her. Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, baby.
That's right, we're Pimpin' On Wax, biatch. Short dog in the house, chillin' with my nigga JT Money. What's up man? What's up dawg. All these hoes know it's goin' on.
(hook)You cant bang in the club you get stumped out!. You cant hang in the club you get stumped out!. You wanna step in the club you get stumped out!.
Hook :. I open up my doors, screens hangin low. subs vibrating from the roof to the floor!. I open up my doors, screen hangin low. I guess i'm c-c-comin down kappin on dees hoes!.
CHORUS (Jon Young): (2x). now that i'm spoken for. you wanna holla. what'chu thought?. that I would just drop her?. you mad 'cause I'm doin' fine. (wanna know why).