Blu Cantrell - Round Up lyrics

Yee-Haw! What the hell is a yee-haw? (Well) That's that country sh** Yeah, May, Blu, crazy cat, yeah Bob Marley That's that country sh** Round up, round up, yeah You know what we came to do Dance floor bootylicious Party with May and Blu Hot tamales we bum rush the parties In Denali's on Ducatti's in a drop-top Ferrari's Fingernails, toenails, hair and makeup Studded up my ear with a pair from Jacob's New faced, dudes chase, mommie lookin' too laced Honey's iced feelin' like they k**in' with screw face Me and my crew stay loose off that gray ? Order bottles of ? with cranberry and grapefruit Wet the s** kitten Start chillin' with stars And f** the bars Puffin' cigars 12 in the afternoon Runnin' kinda late I can't wait for you Gotta have my nails done and my hair done, too Just like every other girl plans to do. (Don't you, don't you, don't you know) If you want to ride it's OK Keep in mind that I don't have all day Gotta hurry up before the night slips away Don't you, don't you, don't you know [Chorus] Round everybody up Hit the club and tear it down If you're up against the wall then you're in the wrong place Game players not allowed Everybody up in the crowd (Don't you, don't you, don't you know) Don't hesitate come follow me now Let me hear you all say [Bridge] Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh round up, round up Let me hear you all say Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh Don't you, don't you, don't you know You see my clique We be in the party like it's our sh** Can't nobody tell us that we not it VIP tables, minks and stables, rings in navels You know we got that long cash Smellin' like money when I walk past You know I'm in a hurry; talk fast Pimps and players, players and pimps Diamonds and links, buyin' me drinks Boy you think You know my sheezy pimpin' ain't easy You know how many cats want to get with May wheezy The most glamorous, I'm not your average So if I holla, holla back youngin' like Fabolous We can put our makeup on in the car So we can dip on this journey of ours Call my homies just to see where they are And know that rollin' out (Don't you, don't you, don't you know) You know so [Chorus] [Bridge] Hey you! What you standing on the wall for? Know you want to get on the floor stop actin' hard-core Stand up, yeah Keep them hands Get it crunk up in the club like 'uh huh, uh huh, uh-huh' That's why they boys, they boys they love me, love me I meet 'em, greet 'em, tease 'em, May wheeze 'em I got them beggin' for that "oochie wally, wally" Ooh, she's a hottie, hottie Don't you, don't you, don't you know 5'6 frame, off the chain Get in the fast lane Came to switch up the game (switchin' the game) Dirty South to NY we be doin' our thing, baby Goodbye for now (don't you know?) Till we see you again [Chorus] [Bridge] [Chorus] [Bridge] Yee-Haw! What the hell is a yee-haw?