Verse 1:
Let's get it pumped up, pumpin'
The jump-off to jumpin'
Aiyyo, I'm lookin' in yo eyes
You look a little drunken pumpkin'
You buzzin'?
Oh really
You faded kinda early
These my homeboys, introduce your homegirlies
What's your name? (Shirley)
Well, this my nizzle, Swivel
He like the way you pop it, like the way ya booty wiggle
Y'all bout it? (We bout it)
Everybody crowd around it
Mouths hit the floor
All my niggas look astounded
Dom P?
Hell nah, that shit a waste of money
We drink that Cristal, Dom P be tastin funny
You a Likqit bunny
An' I'm Hugh Hef'
After Tash get to mackin', y'all can have who's left
'Cause with this game, Tash legal and all
If ain't home, call me back
'Cause I be screenin' my calls
All y'all gotta pause
'Cause we (we) know (know) what (what) y'all (y'all) broads (broads) really
want
Chorus:
You know you want me mama
You want me to be yo man
But if you really want me girl
You gotta wiggle the best you can
Verse 2:
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 chauffeur drove off, and it never came back
She say, "Ay 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 rain
And the next week it was the same damn thang
Chorus (twice)
Verse 3:
Yo
I know you want me little mama
But tell me what you think about
Girls like you drain a motherfucker bank account
The cars, the ice, the clothes, the dough
All that for slidin' down a motherfuckin' pole
I'm state of the art, you still playin' your part
A nigga 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 and Ro, crackin' hoes
Drop them fat backs down to the flo'
Do it for the dough, professional
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 yo 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
Chorus (twice)