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disco
1,2,3,4…
[Nakarat] x2
Lil’ mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 1]
Go Go Go Go Fifty in the house, bounce, y’all already know what I’m about.
The flow sounds sick over Dre’ drums nigga, I ain’t
stupid I see Doc and my dough come quicker.
Whoa! Shorty’ hips so hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch
I’ma watch her bounce that ass girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we’ll thump in here. Oooohh.
I’m so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimey, what’s good?
Outside, the Benz on dubs
I’m in the club with the snub, don’t start nothin’, it won’t be nothin’. Uuuhhh.
1,2,3,4
[Nakarat] x2
Lil’ mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh.. shake that ass girl.
[Nakarat] x2
Let’s party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let’s party, everybody bounce wit me.
Some champagne and burn a lil’ greenery.
This hot. Disco Inferno, let’s go. You are now rockin wit a pro.
I get told to flip dough to get more, fa sho’.
Get my drink on, then get on the dance flo’(floor).
Look homie I don’t dance all i do is this.
It’s the same 2 step wit a lil’ twist.
Listen pimpin’ I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.
So you mix a lil’ Cris with a lil’ Dom Perignon.
And a lil’ Hennessy, you know we finna carry on.
Hollerin’ at these snakes in da club tryin’ to get right,
we gonna be up in this bitch ’til we break daylight.
[Nakarat] x2
Lil’ mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 3]
You see me shinin’ and lit up with diamonds cause I stay grindin’. uh-huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupin’,
switchin lanes. u see me rollin, you know I’m holdin,
I’m about my paper, yeah.
Nigga I’m serious, I ain’t playin’, I’ll
embed it in ya brain, I’m off the chain.
G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a notch.
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
Front on me, oh no, you know I’m loco.
Hands up on the dance floor, ok let’s go!
[Nakarat] x2
Lil’ mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.
Posted on November 30th, 1999 by Soundtrack
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candy shop (feat. olivia) 50 cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah…
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I’ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ‘head girl, don’t you stop
Keep goin ’til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I’ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I’ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ’til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon’ back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I’ll break it down for you now, baby it’s simple
If you be a nympho, I’ll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it’s whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I’m the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you ’bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I’m a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I’m tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain’t never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain’t never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It’s like it’s a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn’t it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking ’bout that ass after I’m gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain’t stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon’ sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]
Posted on November 30th, 1999 by Soundtrack
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