[Mr. Prezident] A party ain't a party, less the Gove up in it Me, Specs, Fes, Fantom, roast the spinach Hat low, scrap, Yankee fitted You can tell I'm a pimp, how I yank these chickens I'm in 7-4-5, on 25's I ain't gotta buy it, all I gotta say it's mines What's really good, let's take a ride Stop playing, get your ass inside
[Kevin Lyttle] Said take me to club, pretty girls surrounding me Like deep water, they be drowning me One girl, that's sexy as can be Had to holler, and let her know that see Burning it down, when she turn it around Make me wanna tell the whole world, people applaud So I can never in ya life, get a dance before Baby work it when you hitting the floor, let me see you
[Chorus: Kevin Lyttle] Wind, wind, like a top Shake it like milk, don't let it drop Twirl, girl, break it in Back it up, spin around, then do it again You gotta move girl, rock ya body, and Move girl, it's your party, so Move girl, hold your body, and Move girl...
[Kevin Lyttle] Tell me how many dudes got a sexy mama Nuff attitude and crazy drama God damn moves that make you wanta Plant them seeds, just like a farmer Plus you back it up like a damn truck, yes you can Then you feel like like a rump jump, yes you can Then she coming, can she act up, yes she can I only have on question more, to you can she
[Specman] Let me see you run to the back, who fussing with that I front with a stack, ah hunk that, pump the back of the Ac' In back of the map, who next down, so pass it the trap Hungry head hitters, off for the stacks Whose head will be catched, whatever we snatch, ain't really by the batch Light a match, ignite the best yack It's Specs, I'm in the bridge view, looking for sex One fifty, want recks, step wets with Deck Who next?
[Fes Taylor] Ma, wind ya body, girl, my g-type, get ya mind & body Grinding a hotty, you know Something sexy, I can find in a party Two drinks, one Hennessey, and Lime Bacardi As a kid, wanted simple things, buying Atari's I'm a grown man, I drive a Ferrari Light up a Marley, Taylor still pull up on Todd G. And I don't gotta take up the car keys, S.G.
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[Hook: Kevin Lyttle] I just wanna take you the club, get you on the floor Watch you back it up, take you to the bar Let you get a sip, take you the car Move it to the crib, what you wanna do?
