Lyrics:
that I'll do you right, I'm nasty!
I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha (shake your booty)
I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha (we want
herb.
Built by the best to bust swerves, like a sharp curve.
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact.
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack
bring ya to your knees
Do you like these hips
Do you want these lips
Do you want a sassy li'l thing like me
Shake that ass move it fast
Do what you
just shake things up
Cause it's time to get down
Time to do your thing
(Fire)
Don't let them break you, love
Just cause they don't know how
We can just shake hands
And you can tell me your name
And we can sway to the music
I can tell by how you're grooving if you like the same things
bring you
My kinda party
Let us make history
If you down with it
Just go with it
Move, throw them up put your hands up to the sealing
Move, shake it up
This girl was dancing by herself
I am your type not too unmatched
This feels so fucking great
Do I have to tear her away?
But as we hooked up
Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
sorts of things make a fine rap and make
Faces I bake
Take a look at those kicks (Are you thinkin of me?)
Your physique is a dream indeed
It's like
that's what I say
And if I didn't say that, you'd say it anyway
Bust into the party, come in the place
See the first things come, the music in your face
that's what I say
And if I didn't say that, you'd say it anyway
Bust into the party, come in the place
See the first things come, the music in your face
sizzle picks it a foul out
Package your rap attack, it's for presses and stash
They catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nail
treat them kindly, they did not shake their hands, They just smoked their herbs and took their land,
And now centuries later, and it's still the same old
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side
Put your hands in the air
and Costello
Make you move to the groove when I'm up to the bat
Because I like to see you shake it when you shake it like that
CHORUS
I like to see you shake it
[biz markie]
But bust this though everybody
Yo, we havin a party, a lord's party
A party for the lords, the lords with the party thing
All
and stash
They catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nail
Factoring the jam made by Timbaland givin' fans something
Bumpin' (bumpin')
and I make you real strong
I still think about you even though I know your gone
Big dreams, real things, you and me ( aye )
Wanna make up for the things
Ohh man
She should be here any minute
I better bring out the reinforcements
Hiyah
Showtime
Baby give it to me
Lets do some shots
Im by your block
I’m time I verse
Speak life till I leave this earth
No game but I just took first
So move lil baby gone shake something
Groove like you really tryna
papi)
Right by my side with me (Ay papi)
Come on and shake some work that there
Call me your papi I'm ma be right there
You wanna ride with me (Ay papi)
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side
Put your hands in the air
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