Crunk Rock (Intro) lyrics - Lil Jon
It's time, motherfuckers!
It's time to get motherfucking crunk!
If you didn't come to get crunk, get the fuck out the club!
If you came to get crunk, put yo fucking 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!
Throw It Up (Part 2) (Remix) lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Pastor Troy & Waka Flocka Flame)
[Lil Jon (Pastor Troy):]
What's hannenin?
I'ts yo boi Lil Jon (P.T. Cruisa!)
BME CLICK! (Well Uh Huh)
You know I keep with this crunk shit nigga (Yeah)
Throwin' It Up!
I ain't never been scared to throw it up (THROW IT UP!)
I ain't never been scared to throw it up (THROW IT UP!)
All the real niggas in here gettin' buck (GETTIN' BUCK!)
All the real niggas in here gettin' buck (GETTIN' BUCK!)
Who crunker than us? (Who crunker than us?)
Yeen crunker than us! (Yeen crunker than us!)
Who crunker than us? (Who crunker than us?)
Yeen crunker than us! (Yeen crunker than us!)
Throw it up nigga (Throw it up!)
Throw it up (Throw it up!)
Throw it up nigga (Throw it up!)
Throw it up (Throw it up HUH!)
[Lil Jon:]
Whatchu reppin' nigga?
Whatchu reppin' hoe?
Set it off in this bitch
Throw it up fosho!
Nigga u scared to represent yo click
I ain't never scared
To represent shit!
Goons on deck
Tatted up 'n ?
Ready for a fighter stompin' niggas to the floor
My hood on my hat
My hood on my back
My hood in the club
And they don't know how to act
Push 'em to the front
Push dem niggas back
Get up in his face
Rep where you stay
Eastside nigga
Westside nigga
Southside nigga
Northside nigga
You ain't sayin' shit
You ain't sayin' shit
You ain't sayin' shit
Yo side ain't shit
You ain't sayin' shit
You ain't sayin' shit
You ain't sayin' shit
Nigga fuck yo click!
[Lil Jon (Pastor Troy):]
I ain't never been scared to throw it up (THROW IT UP!)
I ain't never been scared to throw it up (THROW IT UP!)
All the real niggas in here gettin' buck (GETTIN' BUCK!)
All the real niggas in here gettin' buck (GETTIN' BUCK!)
Who crunker than us? (Who crunker than us?)
Yeen crunker than us! (Yeen crunker than us!)
Who crunker than us? (Who crunker than us?)
Yeen crunker than us! (Yeen crunker than us!)
Throw it up nigga (Throw it up!)
Throw it up (Throw it up!)
Throw it up nigga (Throw it up!)
Throw it up (Throw it up HUH!)
[Pastor Troy:]
Give me a "P" (A "P")
A "T" (A "T")
It'z Pastor Troy muthafucka that's me
It's BME (BME)
Drama Squad (Drama Squad)
And when I come
I'm comin' hard
I represent (represent)
For GA (GA)
To [?]
To the bay (To the bay)
I'm in the club sign up with the bitch I'm chillin'
Better watch who you mug and fuck all that grillin'
It's the Pastor Disaster
I blow up like a missile
We can do this with hands man
No do this with pistols
It's whatever I'm ready
Couple blunts and this song
Give a fuck if I'm right
Give a fuck if I'm wrong song
This is not just a song
This the Anthem for Crunk!
We don't do this for pussy niggas
Don't do this for punks
And once again "Nigga put some Jack in my mug
Huh, so I can throw it uuuuupp!!!"
(WELL UH HUH)
[Lil Jon (Pastor Troy):]
I ain't never been scared to throw it up (THROW IT UP!)
I ain't never been scared to throw it up (THROW IT UP!)
All the real niggas in here gettin' buck (GETTIN' BUCK!)
All the real niggas in here gettin' buck (GETTIN' BUCK!)
Who crunker than us? (Who crunker than us?)
Yeen crunker than us! (Yeen crunker than us!)
Who crunker than us? (Who crunker than us?)
Yeen crunker than us! (Yeen crunker than us!)
Throw it up nigga (Throw it up!)
Throw it up (Throw it up!)
Throw it up nigga (Throw it up!)
Throw it up (Throw it up HUH!)
Fall Out lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Travis Porter)
[Lil Jon:]
Yeah!...
Lil Jon! (Lil Jon!)
Travis Porter! (Travis Porter, bitch!)
Fall out (fall out)
Fall out (fall out)
Yeah! Yeah!
[Strap Da Fool:]
Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
[x4]
[Lil Jon:]
Mug a nigga, middle finger to these bitches (what, what)
Fuck you hoes first, [?] snitches (what, what)
Yeah I'm back, and I'm still up on that crunk shit (yeah)
Fuck the dumb shit, you be on that mugging shit (what)
Where you been, nigga? I've been getting guap, guap
Out of town, overseas, making pussy pop (hey)
Them hoes jumped down (yeah), when I jumped out (yeah)
So I pulled my cock out, and let her rock out
[Strap Da Fool:]
Smashed hoe turnt up all the way
I don't see her, turn up all the way
All on in my song, drinking it to a loan
Blind eye, [?]
Swear to god, [?] you better tell 'em
9 millimeters, that's why I'm finna bless 'em
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, leggo
9 to 5 boat but I'm finna go catch
My TV file, TV boss
All them hoes 'gon fall out (fall out)
His cost miles, but my cost taller
Open the door and fall out (fall out)
[?]
Strap Da Fool, Fool
I'm on fire, fire, fire (fool, fool)
Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
[x4]
[Ali:]
Aw, hey, get wet
It's Travis Porter and Lil Jon
When I'm down south, I say "bruh"
When I'm on north, I say "son"
And everytime we out of town, "we got goons" don't mean no gut
Aye, pull up in the club, this song real small
Two dos, cuz a nigga we stunt (ah)
And yesterday, I looked for [?] ball out
Ran into this chick, she was starstruck, bout to fall out
I might just pull up at her house
Beat it down and just haul out
She say, "Ali, that's all you got?"
Yeah, yeah bitch I'm all out
[Quez:]
(Quez!)
Aww, sound the alarm
Because I'm in the airport and he calling me the bomb
And the way a nigga ball, they be calling me Lebron
Tried to rob me, he was dead, he tried to stab me with a gun
(What?) like Lil Jon
And since this K.E.B, I'm just 'gon rip this shit and run
We in the league, and you in the back like baby seats
When we hit the club and ball, yall just fall out just like some baby teeth (oh)
[Strap Da Fool:]
Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
[x4]
G Walk lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
[Lil Jon:]
Let me see you throw your motherfuckin' sets up (in the sky)
Throw your motherfucking 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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
Fuck 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 fuck
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 fucked up
But it don't even matter
Fuck 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 motherfuckin' swag on
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)
What Is Crunk Rock? (Interlude) lyrics - Lil Jon
What the fuck is crunk rock?
Crunk rock is more than just some goddamn music
Crunk rock is a motherfucking 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 motherfucking time
We live for today and not for tomorrow
If a nigga act the fuck up, we fuck his ass up!
Killas lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. The Game, Elephant Man, Ice Cube, Whole Wheat Bread)
C'mon!
Elephant Man!
(It's gonna be a massacre)
Lil Jon!
[?]
Ice Cube!
We got The Game! (Game)
(Dem think we are playing)
[?]
(Hey, hey!)
You fuckin' with some killas (Bullets)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas (Killas)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas (Hey)
I wish a motherfucker would say something
Fuck 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 fuck 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 shotgun hand on the pump
Finger on the trigga, I'm ready to dump
Blow a motherfucker, 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
Motherfuckers outta line gettin' laid down flat
Imma show you how a real nigga act
[?]
(Hey, hey!)
You fuckin' with some killas (Bullets)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
It's 3, the hard way
Black Lambo, no passengers
Black Ski mask, chain saw massacre
Cube pass me the AK-47 (Come on)
(Blacka) Yellow tape the intersection
Loaded clips, lock 'em in
Got a black 45, call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon beat cannibal
Every nigga in Atlanta know
I'm psycho insane about my cash
They can re-open Alcatraz
And sentence me the life without rehabilitation
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger, nigga it's my statement
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, right after you catch Osama
Tell Mr. Waso, please let Oprah know (Oprah know)
That I won't ever stop sayin' bitch and ho
[?]
(Hey, hey!)
You fuckin' with some killas (Bullets)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas (Come on)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
We run A-Town, we run LA (Show em')
Now get down on your motherfuckin' belly
Before this AK make you do a ballet
It's the nut cracker, I'm the linebacker
Three motherfuckers, hard as concrete
Y'all motherfuckers soft as Gandhi
Pull that thing out, now you a zombie
All damn quick you know where I be
West side rolling, all day, everyday
Got your bitch open, you're fucking with heavyweights
Like, weights stay on my space
And stay the fuck outta my face ([?])
Ghostwriters I'm on ya'
From Atlanta, Georgia to California
This shit can't go no longer
And when I catch ya, I'm a-don ya
[?]
(Hey, hey!)
You fuckin' with some killas (Bullets)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
Get In Get Out lyrics - Lil Jon
What's happening?
I'm back, bitch!
It's your boy Lil Jon, hey!
BME Click
Let's get this motherfucker CRUNK!
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Let's go!)
[Hook:]
If I said it mo'fucker, then I goddamn mean it
Said it mo'fucker, then I goddamn mean it
Get In, Get Out (Get In, Get Out) [x2]
If I rep it mo'fucker, then I goddamn show it
Rep it mo'fucker, then I goddamn show it
Get In, Get Out (Get In, Get Out) [x2]
BITCH!
Put your middle fingers up
Point it at the pussy niggas in the club
Fuckers, fake ass thugs
Nigga, you SUCK!
You ain't hatin' on shit
Your bitch suck err'body dick
Tryna be hard
We'll take your chain and your car!
Nigga, fuck your hood!
Y'all niggas don't really wanna do it
Ha, I'm strapped up, BITCH
And so is goddamn every nigga in my clique
Goddammit I'm blown
Drunk fucked up, to my liquor to my dome
Go ham or go home
We gon crank this bitch, I'm in the goddamn zone!
[Hook]
Now where my mo'fuckin' ladies at?
Tell them lame hoes, "yeah we can take it there"
Ha, make them hoes look stupid
Throw them hoes on them bitches like "you there!"
Whole broke down beat up bitch
With that old ass ugly outfit
That ain't no goddamn Gucci bullshit
WOOOOOOH, I think I smell fish!
I hate fake hoes
Shoes too little with them hang-over toes
And a twenty dollar outfit
Stop shopping at Rainbow, bitch!
You know you wrong
My thugs are crackin' motherfucking dough
Go ham or go home
We gon crank this bitch, I'm in the goddamn zone!
[Hook]
Wassup? Wassup?
Get buck in this motherfucking club
Wassup? Wassup?
Get crunk in this motherfucking club
[x2]
[Hook]
Pop Dat Pussy lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Blazed)
Bend over, won't you pop that pussy for me [x4]
Pop that pussy and shake that ass [x4]
Big old booty, now make it bounce
Pop that pussy, let it all hang out
Bend over, a let me see it
Go ahead bitch, get straight busy
Hey, when they go
Go with it like a motherfucking red truck
Let yourself go
Bend over, make your knee touch your elbow
Like a motherfucking freak hoe
Play with it like a dildo
Prob hot like some chicken wings
Hey, a do the damn thing
Fuck them hoes, they can't hang
Do it, that be sticky girl, you so damn freaky girl
Twirk your thing
No draws, motherfucker G-strings
Bend over, won't you pop that pussy for me [x4]
Pop that pussy and shake that ass [x4]
Don't grind on that thing, wind on that thing
Get up on a nigga
Bend over, let it hang
Go and touch your toes
Show me what you bout
Make that booty wobble
Go ahead and work it out
Arch in your back, make your booty clap
Throw it on a nigga, make a nigga throw it back
Shake it like Beyonce
Shake it like a dog
Do it with no hands from the windows to the wall
Bend over, won't you pop that pussy for me [x4]
Pop that pussy and shake that ass [x4]
Outta Your Mind lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. LMFAO)
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
YEAAAHHHH!!!
Everybody in the club right now (wassup)
If you're standing around (what) you need to get the fuck up outta here (get out!)
Because when come in the club (wassup) we like to get fucking crazy (craaazy!)
you know what....LET"S FUCKING LOSE IT
[Chorus]
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
[Lil Jon]
I'm a semi truck, no fucking brakes, outta control like a bull out da gate
Get crunk, I'd get the fuck out the way, we get bananas like a room full of apes
I done lost it, you flossin', im over here with my niggas in the mosh pit
Throwing elbows, stomping shell toes, is that nigga dead? Who the fuck knows
Shake them dreads like a motherfucking rasta, go dumb like a motherfucking monsta
You an imposter, you're drinking water, we're drinking patron and chasing it with vodka
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it
LET'S FUCKING LOSE IT!
[Chorus]
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
[Redfoo]
Grab that bottle (what), twist that cap (what), hold it in the air and tip it back.
I'm crunk as hell (what), I'm all Patron (what), I really don't dance, but I'm in the zone
Move bitch get out the way, I'm running over niggas like a runaway train,
I grab my beer, you do the same, shake that shit and make it rain!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
LET'S FUCKING LOSE IT!
[Chorus]
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
[Sky-Blu]
Flip cup, tip cup, beer pong, shots,
Niggas on the goose, bitches on my jock
Bar-ten-der, gimme whatcha got
They're dancing on the table, I got niggas smoking rocks
HA get off me, I'm checking motherfuckers like a nigga playing hockey
Yeah, I'm in the penatly box, I'm fucked up taking too many shots
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
LET'S FUCKING LOSE IT!
[Chorus x2]
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Ride Da D lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Ying Yang Twins)
[Ying Yang Twins:]
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
[Hook:]
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 shake that shit 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
[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 tele, skeetin' on her belly
And you know I'm gon run-yun, if yo pussy smell like Funyuns
[Hook]
[Ying Yang Twins:]
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 u-ey (u-ey)
She u-ey (u-ey)
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 saddle up 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
[Hook]
SKEET, SKEET, SKEET, SKEET!
Ms. Chocolate lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. R. Kelly, Mario)
[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
Like A Stripper lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Pleasure P & Shawty Putt)
[Pleasure P:]
Lemme see you go round an round [x4]
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
[Lil Jon:]
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
[Chorus:]
Round an round you go (go) [x4]
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
[Shawty Putt:]
Heart breaker
Money maker
Booty shaken on the floor
Couple shots and patrons
She start dancin like a HOEEE
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 giiiirl
Round an round you go (go) [x4]
[Chorus]
[Pleasure P:]
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
[Lil Jon:]
How low can you go (go) [x4]
Take it to the floor (floor) [x4]
[Chorus]
Lemme see you go round an round [x8]
Moist lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Oobie)
[Oobie:]
While attention is way too thick
I can taste your skin on my lips (My lips)
And I'm tryin' to hold the time
Nigga, you know that thing I want
Take your phone out and kick your friends out
I wanna start right here on your couch (The couch)
Pour a shot cause you know what's next
Put them panties again to [?]
You got me so moist
Moist
When you touch my spot, got me burning so hot
Baby take it down 'fore I get up on top
Moist
Put your face down there while I'm playing your hair
I'ma keep it calm and-and you bet me moist
[Lil Jon:]
I know why you want it, I know why you need it
Don't nobody beat it up the way that I beat it
She said that I'm a champion cause I'm undefeated
And I admit hard for ya whenever you need it
Soft and wet, let it set, go, go, go, go
Give it too ya till ya can't take no more, oh
That's that just and bust, wet wide, slip-n-slide
It's a dripped out when you ride
Slow and steady, girl you ready?
Don't get messy, you so kinky
[?] slow puffing legs open wide
Super wet like some Master God down the side
Tears rolling down them cheeks, it's so sloppy
When we freak, we gon have to change the sheets
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Slim poking, when we freak, we gon have to change the sheets
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
[Oobie:]
Moist
When you touch my spot, got me burning so hot
Baby take it down fore I get up on top
Moist
Put your face down there while I'm playing your hair
I'ma keep it calm and-and you bet me moist
Moist, moist, moist
I'm moist, moist, moist
You got me so moist, moist, moist
Touch me below, my panties get soaked
Moist, moist, moist
When you touch me (Moist, moist, moist)
When you kiss me (Moist, moist, moist)
You can check by yourself and see, you got me
Moist
When you touch my spot, got me burning so hot
Baby take it down fore I get up on top
Moist
Put your face down there while I'm playing your hair
I'ma keep it calm and-and you bet me moist
What A Night lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Claude Kelly)
[Jay Sean:]
I was lost
I was frozen
Walking down the streets alone
When I saw this place was open, tonight
And the girls they were rocking
And the alcohol was flowing
And I knew right away this was my life
Oh what a night,
Oh what a night,
Oh what a night
[Lil Jon:]
Feels so good
Feels so right
Let's make a toast
To the night
It's gonna get crazy
So hold on tight
Let's have a ball
Live your life
Let it go
Let it loose
Release it all
No excuse
Have no cares
Have no fears
Let's act a fool
Up in here
[Claude Kelly:]
I was lost
I was frozen
Walking down the streets alone
When I saw this place was open, tonight
And the girls they were rocking
And the alcohol was flowing
And I knew right away this was my life
Oh what a night,
Night [x8]
[Lil Jon:]
A lot of smoking
A lot of drinking
A lot of singing
A lot of dancing
A lot of freaking
A lot of women
A lot of kissing
A lot of sinning
[Jay Sean:]
I was lost
I was frozen
Walking down the streets alone when
I saw this place was open, tonight
And the girls
They were rocking
And the alcohol was flowing
And I knew right away this was my life
Oh what a night
Oh what a night
Oh what a night
[Lil Jon:]
What a night
[Claude Kelly:]
Night
Shots lyrics - Lil Jon (with LMFAO)
If you not drunk ladies & gentlemen
Get ready to get fucked up
Let's do it, Ha Ha
LMFAO
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 patrone
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 [x2]
The ladies love us
When we pour shots
They need an excuse
To suck our cocks
We came to get crunk
How 'bout you?
Bottles up
Let's go round two
Shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Everybody [x2]
If you ain't getting drunk get the fuck out the club
If you ain't takin' shots get the fuck out the club
If you ain't come to party get the fuck out the club
Now where my alcoholics let me see ya hands up
What you drinkin on?
Jaegerbombs
Lemondrops
Buttery Nipples
Jello Shots
Kamikaze
Three Wise Men
Fuck all that shit
Get me some Gin
Patrone's on the rocks and I'm ready for some shots
The women come around everytime I'm pourin' shots
Their panties hit the ground everytime I give em shots
So cups in the air, everybody let's take shots.
If you feelin' drunk put ya hands in the air
And If you tryin' to fuck put ya hands in the air
Now say "I'm fucked up" (I'm fucked up)
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up)
I'm tryna fuck (I'm tryna fuck)
I'm tryna fuck (I'm tryna fuck)
Shots
Patrone's on the rocks and I'm ready for some shots
The women come around everytime I'm pourin' shots
Their panties hit the ground everytime I give em shots
So cups in the air, everybody let's take shots.
I'm fucked up
La dad a da
La dad a dad a da [x8]
Work It Out lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Pitbull)
[Lil Jon:]
We back again (Hey!)
Chico, what's up, boy?
The ladies said it ain't enough songs for them to dance to
(What?) Let's make 'em dance
[Pitbull:]
The king is here
Shake yo ass, ay mi madre
Todo eso culo, shake yo ass
Entonces dale [x2]
[Hook:]
Go 'head girl work it out (sexy girl)
Go 'head girl work it out (dale loca)
Go 'head girl work it out (sexy girl)
Go 'head girl work it out (dale loca)
Go 'head girl work it out (work it out)
Go 'head girl work it out (work it out)
Go 'head girl work it out (work it out)
Go 'head girl work it out
[Lil Jon:]
So, so sexy (sexy)
So, so fine (fine)
So, so feisty (feisty)
Let me see you whine
So, so kinky (kinky)
So, so freaky (freaky)
So, so naughty (naughty)
Such a good time
Do that nasty dance
Let me see ya work
Shake it up, girl
Till your hips hurt
Make that thang hard
Make that booty drop
Whip your body hard
Shake it, don't stop!
[Hook]
[Pitbull:]
Pit
I was ready for a little bit a foreplay, for sho'
Oh-k-k-k (dale)
Baby, say you wanna open up a Pandora box
She say, "Si, si" (dale)
Love on the street like, yeah oh yeah
I'm a freak like that (dale)
And I ain't fair, but if it's fair
Then yeah, I'll eat like that (dale)
I'mma roll with things you can't even imagine
Or, even fathom (dale)
And I ain't got no fan, but once I hit, I'm gone
I'm phantom (dale)
Baby, you're my Eve, he's your Adam
And I'm your snake (dale)
So here's your apple
Wanna play chess? Check mate
[Hook]
[Lil Jon:]
Break that shit down (dale)
Break that thang down (dale) [x4]
Let me see ya work (Go, go!) [x7]
Let me see ya work (Work, work, work)
[Hook]
[Pitbull:]
The king is here
Shake yo ass, ay mi madre
Todo eso culo, shake yo ass
Entonces dale [x2]
[Lil Jon:]
Let me see ya work
(Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work!)
Machuka lyrics - Lil Jon (feat. Mr. Catra & Mulher Filé)
Lemme give it to ya...
Ta maluco?...
Machuka...
In and out...
Up and down shake that shit, round and round
Roll those hips to the ground, do those dips, pump and pound
Try to stick, wicked chick you love this shit, you nasty dancer on my dick
You wanna fuck I beat it up, tear it up and leave you stuck
I put in work, make it hurt, back it up into reverse
Round two will leave you murked, murk your legs to the jerk
Machuka...
In and out...
Kama sutra, I beat it up machuka
And when I cum, I skeet it on the bunda
Don't tell your girl, cause yes I will seduce her
I'll turn her out, and send her right back to ya
In the bed, catuca, in the club, catuca, everywhere, catuca, told my girl, catuca
Machuka...
In and out...
Assim, assim, me pega com jeitinho... assim, assim, me pega com carinho... assim, assim, ai, ai, ai
Agora vai... eu vou te aquecer, pode crer, vai sentir prazer, só eu e voçe, vem bebe, mexe pra mim ver,
vem me faz passar mal, demorou esse vucu-vucu, voce já ta doida a muito tempo e eu tou maluco,
vocé me faz passar mal, demorou esse vucu-vucu, voce já ta doida a muito tempo e eu tou maluco,
eu tou maluco, eu tou maluco, eu tou maluco, eu tou maluco, muito doido
Machuka...
In and out...
Tchum tchum tcha tcha...
Vem Lil Jon, com a Mulher Filé...
Vem Lil Jon me deixando maluquinha
Hey lyrics - Lil Jon (with 3OH!3)
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 [8x]
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 [8x]
We don't want this night to end
we wont sleep
that we'll do it again
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