(*breathing*)
Shawnna, TrackBoyz, Def Jam
(verse 1)
You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe
And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo`
It me and all my girls and they got us at the door
That queen kickin in do this nigga really know
We push `em to da side and we make it through the club
They try to show me love, erebody want a hug
And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub
But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
And now I got my hands up feelin real tight
We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light
The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic
Before I hit the stage I see some niggaz finna fight
And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow
But yo I know you heard about the niggaz from the go
Roll up anotha B I see `em slick its on the low
Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh
(chorus)
Tryin to find out where the party at
Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I`m at the club where the V.I.P
Stupid niggaz at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
(verse 2)
I`m big balla but I don`t drink champagne
White mink to da flo` color cocaine
Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame
Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain
Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball
I`m iced out from my tittie to my tip toe
We at the bar finna but the whole thang out
And if somebody wanna start we can bang out
I let my chain swang down to my waistline
I won`t dance we just move the baseline
And tell a nigga weight a minute `fore I take mine
`Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime
Its DTP I know you seen me in the video
If I ain`t rappin then I`m scratchin off a serial
I`m bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio
You want a bitch to make it happen nigga here it go
Weight a minute Uh
(chorus)
(verse 3)
You get posted up in the club wit a white tee
A hood nigga keep a fitted and some Nikes
You know the steez wanna pull a bitch like me
And take me home try to turn we into wifey
But I ain`t wit it gotta show a nigga who I be
You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three
Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually
I holla to my nigga Weezy Wee and Deucie D
Now let my bitches in the club `fore we shut it down
And matter fact g where I`m from they don`t come around
And now they got me on Bicardi and the butta brown
And everybody in the party wanna run around
But I ain`t trippin park the Chevy half a mile away
I hit up Tone told her meet me down on Calloway
She got the kind, she got the Remy and the Alize
My head spinnin still bendin what I`m tryin to say
Weight a minute
(chorus)
Now these niggaz always tryin to fuck
Steady grabbin on my butt some think it no but I ain`t a slut
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Now I think I had too many to drink
You tryin to get me but you cant, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
