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Let's get it pumped up, pumpin’, the jump-off to jumpin'
Ayo, I'm lookin in your eyes, you look a little drunken, pumpkin
You’re buzzin'? Oh really, you faded kinda early
These my homeboys, introduce your homegirlies
What's your name? (Shirley) Well this my nizzle Swizzle
He like the way you pop it, like the way your booty wiggle
Y'all bout it? (We 'bout it) Everybody crowd around it
Mouths hit the floor, all my n***** look astounded
Dom P? Hell nah, that sh** a waste of money
We drink that Cristal, Dom P be tastin funny
You a Likwit bunny, and I'm Hugh Hef'
After Tash get to mackin', y’all can have who’s lеft
'Cause, with this game, Tash legal and all
If ain’t homе, call me back, 'cause I've been screenin my calls
All y'all gotta pause, ’cause we (we) know (know)
What (what) y'all (y'all) broads (broads) really want

You know you want me, mama
You want me to be your man
But if you really want me, girl
You gotta wiggle the best you can

He's on his way to the club, puffin' on a dub
He never wait in line 'cause he always get love
He's drinkin' it, drinkin' up, drinkin' all the time
He can't hold it back, he's lookin' for a dime
He say two drinks and the ass is mine
She play dudes like him just passin' time
So they hop inside, the Cadillac
The chaffeur drove off and it never came back
She say, "Ayy daddy, do you like that?"
He say, "Yeah mami, just like that"
She say, "You know I never did this before"
He say, "Yeah, sure; tell me more"
Knock on wood grain, the whole hood sayin'
You give good brain, I ain't playin'
A little champagne, but no damn ring
And the next week it was the same damn thang

You know you want me, mama
You want me to be your man
But if you really want me, girl
You gotta wiggle the best you can
I can tell you want me, mama
You want me to be your man
But if you really want me, girl
You gotta wiggle the best you can

Ah, ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah-ah-ah

Yo, I know you want me, little mama, but tell me what you think about
Girls like you drain a ... bank account
The cars, the ice, the clothes, the dough
All that for slidin' down a-down a-down a pole?!
I'm state of the art, you still playin' your part
A n**** like Tash'll make it pump from the start
Game pump from my heart like oil through a pipeline
You waitin' on some chips, you might wait like three lifetimes

Mack-n-Ro, crackin' ("Oh")
Drop them fat back down to the flo'
Do it for the dough, pro-fessional
Make a dude wanna blow his whole cash flow
(You know you want me, mama) I know you want me, mama
(You want me to be your man) Show me you want me, girl
Neptunes make it bounce around the world and back
Make you do the damn thang, when the club is packed, yeah

Ah, ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah-ah-ah

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