(*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-acapo