(*whispering*)
TrackBoyz.
[J-Kwon]
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..ay
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Call me, I`m 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`s summin you can be
Keep playin` wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, `cause I`m from the streets
In the bed, I`m goin` thirty at least
Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
It`s so big she gon` let me hit it from the back
Not knowin` she a rat, she suckin` on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there`s 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`m finished, then you comin` it`s 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`m feelin` kinda naughty
I`m 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 have to catch a case
Don`t let the face fool ya, I`ll give it to ya
Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck wit` me, you gotta pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and 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`m a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I`ll brag
Yeah I got a grammar, some say it`s 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`m rockin` my stilettos, box of Ameretto`s
Before the night is over I`ma 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 until fade)
Show your ass
