Lil Jon - Crunk Rock Album Lyrics

[Lil Jon (audience)]
It's time, motherf*ckers!
It's time to get motherf*cking crunk!
If you didn't come to get crunk, get the f*ck out the club!
If you came to get crunk, put yo f*cking hands up!
Let's do it!

Can I get a YEAH? (Yeah!)
Can I get a YEAH? (Yeah!)
Can I get a WHAT? (What?)
Can I get a WHAT? (What?)
Well let me get an OKAY! (Okay!)
CRUNK ROCK!

[Chorus]
Throw it up Mother f*cker throw it up [x4]
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club [x4]

[Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)]
Back up bitch get the f*ck out my way [x2]
(Aye move the f*ck back bitch, Move the f*ck back)

What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga [x2]
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)

We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch [x4]
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)

Y'all niggas over there (y'all niggas ain't shit)
Y'all hoes over there (y'all hoes ain't shit)

We run this (what)

[Chorus]

[Pastor Troy]
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know, I don't play no mother f*cking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother f*cking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hanging out the winda
Ready to bust the head, of a f*cking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know I'm making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK busting I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother f*ckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
F*ck him, F*ck her
I'm representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon]
Ok ok hold the f*ck up hold the f*ck up
I'm looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas ain't throwin up shit (What)
Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
F*ck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that's proud of they hood
And they ain't never been scared
Say this shit

[x4]
Bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared
I ain't scared mother f*cker

[Pastor Troy]
I'm goin' represent where I'm from
In the back of the club my Tommy gun
Though when I chill
F*cking burn one
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon
Balling in the Benzes
Switching up lanes
Talking much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white f*cking S f*cking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
I'ma throw it up bitch and I ain't scared
Pastor Troy mother f*cker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon:]
Let me see you throw your motherf*ckin' sets up (in the sky)
Throw your motherf*cking rags out (wave em' high)
Pussy niggas keep on eyein' me (you wanna die)
I got shawty them in your deep (they gonna ride)
Bitch we too cruck to try to dance (I got that thang)
It's right here on my side (don't make me pay)
You must not know where the f*ck we from (pick a side)
Eastside to the West nigga (and we don't hide)

[Soulja Boy:]
G walkin' through the club
Haters gettin' that mug
I gave your bit*h a hug
And she got wetter than a tub
I'm hot nigga (I'm hot nigga)
G walkin' on yo block nigga
80 grand spent, tell the jewler make my watch bigger
Soulja Boy blowed up like a f*ckin' ball
All I need is ten minutes in a club with Lil Jon
Get my goons in this bit*h, so shawty don't press yo luck
Chairs flyin' in the club, quack, quack, bit*h you better duck

[Chorus:]
Swag to the left, swag to the right
Soulja Boy and Lil Jon gettin' crunk all night
G walkin' with the realest with some pants on
Tell everybody in the club, turn their motherf*ckin' swag on
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)

[Soulja Boy:]
We not playin' boy, I'm not playin' hoe

F*ck swag, bitch I got mojo
No homo, I got them thangs cocked
25 bans all wrapped in one not
Soulja Boy shawty, let arm, right arm shawty
27 tattoos shawty
Walk inside the party
Polo on my body
G walkin', all my goons get retarted (look)

[Lil Jon:]
I don't give a f*ck
Yeah that's what's up
Thank you too tough
You get touched up
I sick a hoe on ya, you get sucked up
She let them goons in, that's how you're f*cked up
But it don't even matter
F*ck that little chatter
I'm in the club with it, I make them niggas splatter
I shake them bottles up, we make that liquor slpatter
Cause I'm a crunk nigga and it don't even matter

[Chorus:]
Swag to the left, swag to the right
Soulja Boy and Lil Jon gettin' crunk all night
G walkin' with the realest with some pants on
Tell everybody in the club, turn their motherf*ckin' swag on
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)

[Intro]
Huh
Voice a di one Godzilla, Likkle Jon and raggamuffin
Yeah (Uh), coming at ya
From the ATL (What?)
All the way to JA (Pepper)
Now dis one play for all yute and yutes (Yeah)
Tryin' to find the escape route
Hey, huh
All truths
Seh somethin'

[Damian Marley]
We stay on the grind (On the grind)
All day and night (Day and night)
We're tired of them suffering (Suffering)
With struggling (Struggling)
Suh wi roll through di ghetto [?] all the time (All the time)
All day and night (Day and night)
We're tired of them suffering (Suffering)
With hustling (Hustling)
Suh wi roll through di ghetto revolution on mi mind

[Lil Jon]
Slum dawg, millionaire, made it out of nothin'
To all of the temptation, [?]
Took the [?] young raggamuffin
Something gotta get, but also I'm taking something
Super hard, throw the stones, I got that iron on me
Rastafari, don't make the [?] on me
I got killers everywhere, it's the City of God
Now ain't nobody see shit, it just a mirage
Sunglasses at night under the street lights
I ain't missing no meals, I gots to eat right
I'm on hustle overdose like that nigga from [?]
Ain't no hostage, we ain't asking nobody a thing
Tryna stay volunteered and never give up
Tryna keep my head up, but I'm better
It's them bloodclaat change, don't come
Them bloodclaat pain don't come

[Damian Marley]
We stay on the grind (On the grind)
All day and night (Day and night)
We're tired of them suffering (Suffering)
With struggling (Struggling)
Suh wi roll through di ghetto [?] all the time (All the time)
All day and night (Day and night)
We're tired of them suffering (Suffering)
With hustling (Hustling)
Suh wi roll through di ghetto revolution on mi mind

[Stephen Marley]
Come yah suh fi conquer, wi nuh come fi [?]
Watch it, likkle kid, [?] lock out, tek mi wheel
Voices dem a echo [?] go feel
Dung inna di ghetto, sufferation, it's so real
Can I hustle, have a snack? And can a gangsta catch a meal?
Instead of catchin' spaces 'cause informer run go squeal
[?] out yuh madda, you fi find a [?]
Lion pon di gangs and seh dem ready fi appeal
Jesus crucified beside some man weh rob an steal
Gangsta paradise and Rastafari come reveal
Size and in the times and everything already seal
Evil force a rise up but mi block dem wid mi shield
Who come fool you up is like yuh fren dem come in vehicle
Pushin' up your ego so yuh feel like Steven Seagal
Risin' up di eagle, squash 'em like a beagle
Muffin gang and Likkle Jon, we sharper dan a needle
[?] di people seh dem mussi legal
Run pon dem so lethal, starrin' every sequel
Number one, no equal, [?]
Quit and mek music dat will shake up yuh cerebral

[Damian Marley]
We stay on the grind (On the grind)
All day and night (Day and night)
We're tired of them suffering (Suffering)
With struggling (Struggling)
Suh wi roll through di ghetto [?] all the time (All the time)
All day and night (Day and night)
We're tired of them suffering (Suffering)
With hustling (Hustling)
Suh wi roll through di ghetto revolution on mi mind

[Lil Jon (over the phone)]
What the f*ck is crunk rock?
Crunk rock is more than just some goddamn music
Crunk rock is a motherf*cking lifestyle
We live life to the fullest, we don't let nobody tell us we can't do shit
We party like rockstars, we crunk all the motherf*cking time
We live for today, and not for tomorrow
If a nigga act the f*ck up, we FUCK HIS ASS UP!

Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha f*ckas, 3 hard mutha f*ckas, 3 hard Mutha f*cka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha f*ckas who you f*ckin with
You f*ckin with the killas
You f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist niggas
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha fukin realist niggas

[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha f*cker would say something
F*ck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit, and I might just snap the piss, out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga f*ck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!)
Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard, stomp that ass out like a million man march
Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga
Ready to dump
Blow a mutha f*cker bye bye
Point blank range, yeah niggas gon' die
That's why I never leave the crib without packing my gat
Strap on my vest, put on my hat. Mutha f*ckers outta line
Gettin laid down flat, I'm a show you how a real nigga act

[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*cka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha f*ckas who you f*ckin With
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist niggas
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist niggas

[The Game:]
It's 3, The hard way
Black Lambo, No passengers
Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha f*ckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion
F*ck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statment
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama, Tell Mr. Waso
Please let oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin bitch and hoe

[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*cka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha f*ckas who you f*ckin with
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist niggas
You F*ckin with some killas you f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist niggas

[Ice Cube:]
Dirty Mutha f*ckas tryina clean hip-hop, but it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock
If you get popped, your shit will stop
Clostamy bags, for all these fags, I don't wanna hear that shit
Hu Heff's a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks and nerds, Mad cause I flip these verbs and pull that phantom away from the curb
I think they jelous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make alota relish
Remember a world without
Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these bitch cops

[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*cka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha f*ckas who you f*ckin with
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist niggas
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist niggas

[Lil Jon talking] What, hey hey, it the kings of crunk Bitch (bitch), Lil Jon (Lil Jon), Lil Bo (Lil Bo), Big Sam (Big Sam), hey (hey), This shit right here for everybody that's proud of the motherf*ckin city (yeah) you proud of your mothaf*ckin' neighborhood (yeah) shit! (shit!)

[Chorus:] Let's go, Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, East side nigga, Ohh What's the click that you represent, West side nigga, Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, North side nigga, Ohh what's the click that you represent, South side nigga.

[2x] Well get it crunk, mothaf*cker get crunk, Ohh get crunk mothaf*cker get crunk

[Verse] Wonderin' who am I, I'm bo hagon BME representer heaven sent a nigga who enter this cold as the winter, step away from the top, step away from the block, step away from shootin' or gettin shot, bitch nigga f*ck that you buck we buck back, what you think we cut slack for some kind of tough cat, just cause some nigga was dead, with the head leakin out, pink and red leakin out, now them feds sneakin out, nigga f*ck it, we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you was mad cous I seen you was we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you a snake cause I seen you was creepin' in tall grass, I bust em all fast repeatedly, and heatedly tryed to make that mothaf*cker leave imediately ima pimp I'm a gansta all the above and I'm worldwide babygirl show me some love, we gon drank real good and decent bud bo hagon you don't give a damn we don't give a f*ck.

[Chorus]

[2x] Well get it crunk, mothaf*cker get crunk, Ohh get crunk mothaf*cker get crunk

[Verse] You from the south side nigga represent that shit You from the mid-west nigga represent that shit You from that east coast nigga represent that shit You from the west coast nigga represent that shit Now throw your motherf*ckin' click up high in the sky Now throw your motherf*ckin' boys up high in the sky Now throw your motherf*ckin' squad up high in the sky Now throw your motherf*ckin' sets up high in the sky

Get crunk in this bitch, shake your dreads in this bitch Get crunk in this bitch, throw some bows in this bitch Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit Get crunk in this bitch, start pushing and shit Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch Get crunk in this bitch, start a mosh pit

[Chorus]

[2x] Well get it crunk, mothaf*cker get crunk, Ohh get crunk mothaf*cker get crunk

[Lil Jon'] Now bitch niggas straight crunk Its beena long time for a nigga to act the way we actin' I tell you what, its been a long time for a nigga to act like the way we livin' Well f*ck us, shiat

(Straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk)

[Verse] I don't give a f*ck nigga, I don't give a f*ck hoe If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor I don't give a f*ck nigga, I don't give a f*ck hoe If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor

Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what

[Chorus]

[3x] Well get it crunk, mothaf*cker get crunk, Ohh get crunk mothaf*cker get crunk

Yeah!
Everybody in da club right now
If you standin' around, you need to get the f*ck up outta here!
Cause when we come in da club we like to get f*ckin' crazy!
You know what!?
Lets f*ckin' lose it!

Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!

I'm a semi truck no f*ckin' brakes
Outta control like a bull out da gates
Get drunk, I'd get the f*ck out da way
We get bananas like a group full of apes
I done lost it. you flossin'
I'm over here with my niggas in da mosh pit
Throwin' elbows, stubbin' shell toes
Is that nigga dead? who da f*ck knows!
Shake dem dreads like a muthaf*ckin' rasta
Go dumb like a muthaf*ckin' monster
You an impostor! you drinkin' water!
We drinkin' patron and chasin' it with vodka

I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!!!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
Lets f*ckin' lose it!

Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!

(redfoo)
Grab dat bottle, twist dat cap
Hold it in the air and tip it back
I'm drunk as hell, I'm off patron
I really don't dance but I'm in the zone
Move bitch get out the way
I'm runnin' over nigga's like a runaway train
I grab my beer, you do the same
Shake that shit and make it rain!

I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
Lets f*ckin' lose it!

Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!

Fill cup, tip cup, beer bong, shots!
Nigga's on da juice, bitches on my jock
Bartender give me what you got
I'm dancin' on the table like a nigga smokin' rocks
Ha! get off me!
I'm checkin' motherf*ckers like a nigga playin' hockey
Yeah! I'm in da penalty box
I'm f*cked up from takin' too many shots

I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!!!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
I don't give a f*ck! I don't give a f*ck! f*ck it!
Lets f*ckin' lose it!

Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
Get outta your mind!
F*ck that shit! get outta your mind!

Jump on the d, jump on the d (ride the d)
Jump on the d (ride the d)
Jump on the d, jump on the d, jump on the d (ride the d)
Jump on the d (ride the d)
Jump on the d (ride the d)
Jump on the d, jump on the d, jump on the d

Grab your fat pussy, bitch and (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Can you shake that shit while you? (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
L-lick yo tits while you (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Oh [?] then sit while you (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Jump on da d (x6)
Yo, bitch, you know you want it!
Jump on da d (x6)
This a fat dick, bitch, get on it

[verse 1: lil jon]
Hey!
The pussy hoes in the club we searchin'
For the workin', straight twerkin'
Say, what's that noise? sit by the start
Dick get hard, pussy go far
On top of the dick, then ride
Get down like running backs, side to side
Take yo clothes off, one by one (bitch)
Me and you gon have some fun
Ride that dick like a pogostick
Like a pogostick, like a pogostick
She a freaky lil bitch, let her ride the dick
Criss angel shit, do a magic trick (hey)
Whoa, nelly!
Take her to the [?], skeetin' on her belly
And you know I'm gon run-yun, if yo pussy smell like funyuns

Grab your fat pussy, bitch and (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Can you shake that shit while you? (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
L-lick yo tits while you (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Oh [?] then sit while you (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Jump on da d (x6)
Yo, bitch, you know you want it!
Jump on da d (x6)
This a fat dick, bitch, get on it

Jump down on the dick like a cheerleader
Ain't no net when a nigga get yo ass neither
It's really sweet, you can call me willie peter
Catch a bitch in the club before I beat her
I say, ride that dick a lil longer
And a nigga might make you a owner
I say, ride that dick a lil stronger
And a nigga might buy you a home-a
I wanna (wanna)
She do it (she do it)
She put her back into it (into it)
She [?] ([?])
She [?] ([?])
She spilled it too like [?]
She love to get on top of the dick, just ride the head
Drop down fast, put it all in it
Freaky shit, lil mama is a freaky bitch
She love the d, love when I play with her clit
She love to come, she love to go
And she love to ride dicks like rodeo
So [?] baby, and ride that horse
Like the wild, wild west, of course (yee-hah)
You want me to hit it from the back? smack dat ass
Pull yo hair, smack dat ass
As I stroked her, I heard her scream

Grab your fat pussy, bitch and (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Can you shake that shit while you? (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
L-lick yo tits while you (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Oh [?] then sit while you (ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Jump on da d (x6)
Yo, bitch, you know you want it!
Jump on da d (x6)
This a fat dick, bitch, get on it

Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet!

[R. Kelly:]
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh(Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon(Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)

[Mario:]
And Mario

[R. Kelly:]
This is for the Chocolate girls
All Around the word
Uh
Every block
Every club
Every hood
I'm in love

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
So sweet, so round, so thick
So nasty ooh I love that shit
So smooth, so creamy
Goddamn it I must be dreaming
So jiggly, so soft
Goddamn it I wanna break you off
So hot you gon melt
Eat you all up by myself
Girl I can't wait to unwrap ya
It's a chocolate fix I'm after
So tasty, my treat
Miss Chocolate let me get a little piece
I'm cuckoo for cocoa
So good I want me some more
I'm caught up
I need to stop it
Goddamn I love you Miss Chocolate!

[Chorus: Mario]
Talking to my silky smooth, dark skin, chocolate, women
Independent, this is yalls anthem
I like them light skinned girls
But that dark skin I love
Chocolate girls stand up
This is yalls anthem

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
Talking about hips
Talking about thighs
Talking about big ol' booties and brown eyes
Chocolate, that's what I gotta have tonight
Leave up out the club with two tonight
Take shots then more shots
Then we drink like we own the bar
And she's pushing that all on me
Conversation like let's just leave
And I don't hesitate(No)
To the crib right away
She dropping it
Dropping it
That Chocolate
Chocolate

[Chorus: Mario]
Talking to my silky smooth, dark skin, chocolate, women
Independent, this is yalls anthem
I like them light skinned girls
But that dark skin I love
Chocolate girls stand up
This is yalls anthem

[Verse 3: Mario]
Had a red bone chick before
She don't do it like you do
So I know what I want tonight
Fly,
On a chocolate high
Baby girl your thick in all the right places
Let me lick that chocolate baby I wanna taste it
Think I'm in love(with your dark skin)
Said I'm in love with Miss Chocolate!

[Chorus: Mario]
Talking to my silky smooth, dark skin, chocolate, women
Independent, this is yalls anthem
(Ooh this is yalls anthem)
I like them light skinned girls
But that dark skin I love
Chocolate girls stand up
(Get em baby)

[Bridge: R. Kelly with Mario adlibs]
Uh
I gotta have that dark chocolate
(Can you give it to me, give it to me?)
Tonight, I wanna taste(Oh yeah) that dark chocolate
(Can you give it to me, give it to me?)
In my bed I gotta have(Ooh give it to me, give it to me)
That dark chocolate
Aye
Oh oh
Aye
Oh oh
Aye
Let me hear the chocolate ladies say
Aye Yo!
(Aye Yo...)
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay yay
Ayyyy yo!
(Aye yooo oh)
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay [echo]
This is yalls anthem

Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Staletos, she in the middle of the floor
Need a medal for all the junk up in her trunk
Shawty dance like stripper
She dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
When she dips in your patron
Get to the party (party) like she workin on the floor
Shawty got it (got it) when she drop it outta control
Shawty dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
When she pop that catalogue

Shake it off (shake it off)
Shake it down (shake it down)
Don't stop (don't stop)
To the ground (to the ground)
Pick it up (pick it up)
Put it down (put it down)
Lemme see you go round an round
Put it up (put it up)
Push it back (push it back)
Make it jump (make it jump)
Make it cry (make it cry)
Like that (like that)
Like that (like that)
Make a nigga wanna hit it from the back
Yo dick
Yo back
Pop that ass and that cat
Get it girl, that thing ain't to fat
Grind the dick just like that

Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Back to Pleasure P instead of got the party
(Party) like she workin on the floor it's
When her body (body) let's her work it on the pole

Heart breaker
Money maker
Booty shaken on the floor
Couple shots and patrons
She start dancin' like a hoe
Bend it over
Touch them toes
Girl you do that like a pro
You know you bad with all that ass
Show me what it's made for
Shake it to the left
Shake it to the right
Shake it to the front
Now shake it back
Pop that back
Twist the cap
What you do with all that girl
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)

Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Back to Pleasure P instead of got the party
(Party) like she workin on the floor it's:
When her body (body) let's her work it on the pole

Ladies on the dancefloor
Ladies by the bar
Ladies in the sound club
Shake it like a star
If it's just on girl
Bring it up to show the world
If it's just on girl
Bring it up to show the world

How low can you go (go)
How low can you go (go)
How low can you go (go)
How low can you go (go)
Take it to the floor (floor)
Take it to the floor (floor)
Take it to the floor (floor)
Take it to the floor (floor)

Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Round an round you go (go)
Back to Pleasure P instead of got the party
(Party) like she workin on the floor it's
When her body (body) let's her work it on the pole

Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round
Lemme see you go round an round

If you not drunk ladies and gentlemen
Get ready to get f***ed up
Let's do it, ha ha
L-M-F-A-O
You know what
Lil Jon
Yeah
All of the alcoholics
Where you at
Let's go

When I walk in the club
All eyes on me
I'm with the party rock crew
All drinks are free
We like Ciroc
We love Patron
We came to party rock
Everybody it's on

Shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Everybody

Shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Everybody

The ladies love us
When we pour shots
They need an excuse
To suck our c***s
We came to get crunk
How 'bout you?
Bottoms up
Let's go round two

Shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Everybody

Shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Everybody

If you ain't getting drunk get the f*** out the club
If you ain't taking shots get the f*** out the club
If you ain't come to party get the f*** out the club
Now where my alcoholics let me see ya hands up
What you drinking on?

Jäggerbombs
Lemon drops
Buttery Nipples
Jello Shots
Kamikaze
Three Wise Men
F*** all that s***
Get me some Gin

Patron's on the rocks and I'm ready for some shots
The women come around every time I'm pouring shots
Their panties hit the ground every time I give em shots
So cups in the air, everybody let's take shots

If you feeling drunk put ya hands in the air
And If you trying to f*** put ya hands in the air
Now say "I'm f***ed up" (I'm f***ed up)
I'm f***ed up (I'm f***ed up)
I'm tryna f*** (I'm tryna f***)
I'm tryna f*** (I'm tryna f***)

Shots
Patron's on the rocks and I'm ready for some shots
The women come around every time I'm pouring shots
Their panties hit the ground every time I give 'em shots
So cups in the air, everybody let's take shots
I'm f***ed up

La da da da
La da da da da da

La da da da
La da da da da da

La da da da
La da da da da da

La da da da
La da da da da da

La da da da
La da da da da da

La da da da
La da da da da da

La da da da
La da da da da da

La da da da
La da da da da da

Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
Yo, turn me up, turn me up, up some more
Up, up some more, up, up some more
Yeah, up, up some more
I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest BBC fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
We're hundred G makers till they cremate us
Skateboard P in the lime green gators
White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter
Yeah, I got security, see that gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to super size it
All the bitches saying 'Hey" like my name was Issac
Why you put me on blast like that?
Shit, why you shaking wit an ass like that?
Besides I wasn't really trying to smash like that
I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all my niggas is waiting
Uh, uh, not me Ma, told ya I'm taken
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more
(C'mon, skeezer)
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, uh, some more, yeah, uh, uh, some more
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more
(C'mon skeezer)
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, uh, some more
(Hold it)
Yeah, uh, uh, some more
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya
Shake what ya momma gave ya
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya
Shake what ya momma gave ya
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
I said dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Well shake that ass, bitch
And let me see what ya got
Well shake that ass, bitch
And let me see what ya got
Hey, hey, hey, I said shake it, don't break it
It took ya momma 9 months to make it
I say shake it, don't break it
It took ya momma 9 months to make it
Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground
Scrub the ground
Hold it, okay
Hey, she really likes to party
She really likes to dance
She really likes to dance, dance, dance
I like a fine ass bitch, a down ass bitch
A money getting bitch, I love that shit
'Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon' call
If you got a little money, she taking her clothes off
She dance like a muhf*cking dance machine
Taking her ass to the beat for me
Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil' bit
But I really love that shit, I love that shit
Yeah, thick bitch, wit a drive to f*ck
Get her off in the truck and she bound to suck
The ho love to bump, she don't like knee pads
She scrub em up, her legs that is
Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill
The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills
Fo' real by our goddamn selves
F*ck thirty niggas and she don't need help
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more
(C'mon skeezer)
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, uh, some more, yeah, uh, uh, some more
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more
(C'mon skeezer)
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, uh, some more
(Hold it)
Yeah, uh, uh, some more
Hey, she really likes to party
She really likes to dance
She really likes to dance, dance, dance
(Dance, dance, dance, oh)
I like the way you dance, girl
Just bring that shit over
And dance on a nigga like me
Keep shaking that thang, girl
Keep popping that thang, girl
Keep shaking that thang, girl
Keep popping that thang, girl
Well, keep shaking that thang, girl
Keep popping that thang, girl
Keep shaking that thang, girl
Keep popping that thang, girl
Well, keep shaking that thang, girl
Keep popping that thang, girl
Keep shaking that thang, girl
Keep popping that thang, girl
Keep shaking that thang, girl

Turn the lights down low
And let the DJ go
Until the speakers blow
Stay up till the break of dawn!

Take a sip of Jack
You need a sip of that
There ain't no turning back

[Chorus:]
Hey! I don't care
I don't care
Whenever there's a party
I'm the first one with a drink in the air
Put em up, put em up!
We can share
Yeah!
Cause when we finish this one
There will be another bottle right here!

Heeeeeey [x8]

When the basses low
You work it nice and slow
You let your body go
Shake it till the break of dawn!

You can take a shot
Of anything they got
They tryin to table top
But

[Chorus:]
Hey! I don't care
I don't care
Whenever there's a party
I'm the first one with a drink in the air
Put em up, put em up!
We can share
Yeah!
Cause when we finish this one
There will be another bottle right here!

Heeeeeey [x8]

We don't want this night to end
We won't sleep
That we'll do it again