| Lyrics: | [Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen,
People with jobs,
People without jobs,
Middle
class,
Upper class,
High class, all dat,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,
Elderly
people and twerkers
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back
out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,
[Lil Wayne]
Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a
Stunna, (yep)
High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no)
Weezy F da reverend preach about me I'm da
god 1-7 apple and E
I'm da Cash Money Makaveli
Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom
Petty,
Ya'll just petty
82' I was born ready,
I'm too ready,
Ya'll Betty Crocker
balla blockas, I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini,
Top spaghetti,
Seats Ragu,
Uh 20
inch shoes,
Ohh me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you,
And I sleep with da sharks,
Shorty on da water water,
And I be ma 840 mama,
Shake
sumfin fo' me,
And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money,
Ima take dat
money,...
[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back
in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya
back in,
Back out do da hump,
[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da
map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of
da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da
[Lil Wayne]
I take off my
brim,
Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh)
Frontin roun' here will get ya back
dropped off,
We do o |
