C-Los - Shake What Ya Got lyrics

[Master P] Hey ma {*repeat 3X*} Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot [Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Shake it for me shorty, work what you got I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot Front to the back to the bottom to the top I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot [Verse One: Master P, C-Los] It's like cancer mayne, I roll ma**ive mayne You see them thighs and that bu*t, she's a dancer mayne I keep it gully like I don't even see her Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill I put my number on a hundred dollar bill You want to party shorty, you need to call me shorty I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty P. Miller shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I roll Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cold Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to back it up We them No Limit boys you know our paper stackin up [Chorus] [Verse Two] Don't stop ma, drop it like it's hot Get low with it, go with it, show me you a pro with it I'm usually not the type to jock But you sorta like the type that I would like to watch Shake that, make that thang go to the flo' I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH Let's go from the Willow to the Ward Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all [Verse Three: Tank] Let a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that We in it to win that, body for the weekend You can bring your girlfriends I'ma bring the heaters Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin We can do it all night, girl you 'bout that right? 'Less you front on my people we ain't comin to fight We comin to toss money, now shake somethin for me [Chorus] [Verse Four] Look at shawty, she movin like a damn machine Man she mean, she shakin like a tamborine Booty bustin out her pants and seams So that may be why her cheeks bounce like kids on trampolines Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she walk she can Make you put Bucks on her like a Milwaukee fan Now I'm layin backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks Cause her a** bouncin like the ball when you playin jacks Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at all But if she fine like a waiter I'll be tippin a broad She strippin it off, it's probably cause the stacks the man hold The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Black Soprano In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a little math Add me and subtract your pants slow I wanna see you clown on the dance flo' So shake like ya pros and bounce to the banjos [Chorus]