Kangol Slim - Rush the Floor lyrics

Chorus (Kangol Slim): Won't you shake somethin'? Twerk somethin'? Shake it like a dog, now let me see you work somethin' Won't you wiggle with it, get jiggy with it Drop it like it's hot, lemme see you bounce them titties with it Won't you shake somethin'? Twerk somethin'? Shake it like a dog, now let me see you work somethin' Won't you wiggle with it, get jiggy with it Drop it like it's hot, lemme see you bounce them titties with it (Sporty T) Open the club door, straight to the bar, full stride It's plenty smokin' the potency is really hittin' the bulls-eye Look at baby doll with the full thighs, I gotta holla f** the Hennessey on the rocks, gimme the whole bottle Never unfold the dollar, my car be like the lotto Down South, ladies lyin' out, drinks on the house no doubt It's off the hook, soon as the party get done Watchin' shorty gettin' dumb, drinkin' Bacardi Rum That's annoying, movin' her tongue got me sprung like a set of springs I'm high off evergreen, thinkin' of better things We can do when you're done, doin' what'cha doin' The night is young and you the tightest one every n***a pursuin' But my plan's the ruin a n***a's game with no hatin' I'm more bakin' them hoes locatin', ain't no fakin' Started rotatin' the weed, now Shorty shake it for me It's her, cousin I'm lovin', now it's a party for three Bacardi and Hennessey, was ordered from the bar Two more feels on the door got me feelin' above the law Ready to play a broad, I'm in the, middle like mo'ney Ginuwine Pony, got them hoes feelin' up on me Like I was, Tony Tone Toni!, what's up with you homie? Go to war lookin' lonely my dogs, R.I.P On it, see I be hungry for dough Ballers, shot callers make them hoes rush the floor Rush the floor! Bridge One (Kangol Slim): Let 'em go, let 'em hang baby You got the thugs in the club now do your thing baby Let that G-string loose and then bounce that a** And bring that p**y over here and be about your cash Rush the floor let 'em go, do your thing baby You got them thugs in the club now let 'em hang baby Let that G-string loose and then bounce that a** And bring that p**y over here and be about your cash (J-Dawg) Somebody tell me where my n***as at? With the bomb sacks of weed A dub sack of that fire, and it start my eyes to bleedin' Soldier, blowin' dolja cold as an eskimo house You find them n***as who ain't bout it dog, then section'em out Special'em out, dirty South we ain't got no love for your kind Got me wonderin', how the f** you get in the club with that nine? Smugglin', Hennessey coverin', thuggin' Would've won a lot of ways, nowadays, blood'll get you hurt We mob deep, the police about to be facin' a job Cuz "Tear Da Club Up" done came on, by the Three six mob But it's goin' down, when I'm out I'm tryin' to double my bank I'm posted up in the back with a big sack, and a couple of drinks Now all this weed smoke, got the club foggy as Hell And we don't need no, buzzards in the party so bail We hit the spot, like a Menace and we thuggin' for dough Buggin' for mo, I leave this party and start rushin' the floor Rush the floor! Chorus (1.5x) (Threat) Dogg it ain't nothin' like a South side party Where you don't see too many cop cars Cuz ain't no two o' clock law Hoes be gettin' dropped off Spot's off the heezy, fa sho Home of the soldiers, New Orleans, for all who needed to know Whenever you in town, n***as smoke a blunt with us Because we put it down, until the sun come up The Big Easy, believe me we be down for rushin' the floor Bustin' the door with the pigs duck in the floor Rushin' your hoe is what you get for leavin' your b**h outside Unattended to by herself n***a, without no ride A club full of hoes in tight clothes it's goin' down No handcuffs, and they ain't got enough of 'em to go around Hold the ground, and I sip Hennessey with my doggs Pound for pound, n***as really don't wanna see me at all See me ball, Menace for life I'm representin' fa sho Rush the floor, don't be a sadiddy you lil' pretty a** hoe Rush the floor! Bridge