1: Fat Joe Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady I wanna chick with thick hips That licks her
but ball Its my time the roly dont lie For nikkas out there imma up my fire Shit dont change till a nikka more tired If nikkas feel different, u a god
dick I got another destination ain't no use in chillin wit these hoes 'causez bitches want riches And I Being the type of hustler that I am really don't give a god damn B-U
U In The Backseat Of My Car Your An Inspiring Actress Girl U Can Go Far If U Know Who I Know Baby, U Would Be A Star But Wen I Told U you Had Sexy Lips
down Bow down muthafucka, surrender your rod (Nona, U wanna sell that tape?) Nothin' can save U unless His name is God (Ha ha, U know she do) U
my hips 2 the east Shake my hip 2 the west Till U make up your mind That my hip is the best I said "Uh" I said baby, let me take U by the hand
U heard them niggas said bow down Bow down muthafucka, surrender your rod (nona, u wanna sell that tape? ) Nothin' can save u unless his name is god (ha ha, u
glee Page U This's for you It would make her feelings go to the ICU Unknown is too much! She's a player! She's crazer! (ha ha) Oh my God! Let's jump to
You Lick Yo Lips Shake Yo Hips God Damn I Love That Sh*T Lets Stop Faking Be Real Now I Got A Room And A Hard On , Still Down? U Been Staring A Bar Full
bust somethin So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin down your god
head bangers, state of the art [U-God] Yo, dip to the dot, dot to the dip Make the fly girls wanna turn your hips Raps on the juggle, double up quick
(feat. Golden Arms) [Verse 1: U-God] Yeah Tired of all this shit god Channel you wanna come out? Niggas betta respect this shit I see, I see the same
Come over and get to know me [Verse 3: Joe] Ur so damn hot girl ur makin me sweat U gotta round thing that I cant forget From yo hips all the way to
Cinnabon [Chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God
time the roly don't lie For nikkas out there I'm a up my fire Shit don't change till a nikka more tired If nikkas feel different, u a god dam lie I'm
God Damn Lie Got Down On Ha Knees Popped A Pill An Showed A Rabbit Den She, Bent Ha Knees Rocked Ha Hips An Did Da Poole Palce Now Can U Do It Wit
Lettin U Out Not Rape Not At All Jus Workin U Out I Got My Hands On Ur Hips Cause Flips Wich Makes Me Cokin U Out Rokin U Out Giv A Shout Giv A Scream