J-Ro - Best U Can lyrics

We know the f** y'all really want Y'all want us.. right, right? [Tash] Let's get it pumped up, pumpin, the jump-off to jumpin Aiyyo I'm lookin in your eyes you look a little drunkin 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 your booty wiggle Y'all bout it? (We bout it) Everybody crowd around it Mouths hit the floor, all my n***as look astounded Dom P? Hell naj, that sh** a waste of money We drink that Cristal, Dom P be tastin funny {*bleh*} You a Likwit bunny, and 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've been screenin my calls All y'all gotta pause, cause we (we) know (know) What (what) y'all (y'all) broads (broads) really want [Hook] You know you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can [J-Ro] 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, drikin all the time He can't hold it back, he's lookin for a dime He say two drinks and the a** is mine She play dudes like him just pa**in time So they hop inside, the Cadillac The chaffeur 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 brains, I ain't playin A little champagne, but no damn rain And the next week it was the same damn thang [Hook] - repeat 2X [Tash] Yo.. I know you want me little mama, but tell me what you think about Girls like you drain a motherf**er bank account The cars, the ice, the clothes, the dough All that for slidin down a motherf**in pole?! I'm state of the art, you still playin your part A n***a 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 [J-Ro] Mack and Ro, crackin hoes Drop them fat back down to the flo' Do it for the dough, pro-fessional 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 your 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 [Hook] You know you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can I can tell you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can