L-Burna (Layzie Bone) - Touchdown lyrics

Sit back and let this thug sh** clog up yo' mind (hey) Mind (hey) mind (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Sit back and let this thug sh** clog up yo' mind Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal Get the extra points, tell me what's the real score? Tell me who's the real ho? Baby it's official I'll referee (brrrrrr) b**h blow the whistle Tell her to blow it, ain't no stoppin man, get this motherf**er poppin man Treat it like a prostitute and I'm in the game, this strong arm robbery man Touchdown in the endzone mean money man, better get some Field goal, now my friends on, countin Benjamins in the real zone What's the real score? b**hes is wantin to constantly stay on the dick What we here fo'? To get mo', that's why we be mobbin so thick Quick to scream out Thug Nation, put the screen on the hation Ain't no time gon' be wastin, y'all been patiently waitin We have them T-shirt and panty parties, b**hes be doin us favors Wanna thank ya for the flavor, you know I'm never gon' savor What you gave up, was precious doll, you the shiznit, you put it down I love it when you get wild, I love you screamin "Touchdown" [Hook: Thin C] + (Dre Ghost) Put your hands in the air (b**h go ahead and show me somethin!) Put my nuts on your chin (b**h go ahead and show me somethin!) Now do it again and again b**h (b**h go ahead and give me somethin!) (Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!) What your momma name is? (b**h go ahead and show me somethin!) Did she really have kids? (b**h go ahead and show me somethin!) And who the f** your next of kin? (b**h go ahead and show me somethin!) (Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!) Don't break down it ain't over, over Don't leave now, it ain't over, feel the party gettin started girl You flawless should be against the law, got a n***a wantin to break you off Come here girl, take that off, that body right there was made to floss Made for me, give Thin a piece, give Dre a shot, he rock the co*k L.D.T. make panties drop, oh you one of them kind that like to block? Oh you like to watch? Get you some popcorn, and watch the movie Kick up your toes, I suppose, you gon' be comin up out of your clothes And there you go, nobody knows, behind closed do's Freaks exposed, ladies and hoes, wanna do me right after the show Hey, ain't nothin wrong, with a little bit of bumpin and grindin Tell me yo' age, show me yo' license, we ain't goin out like Tyson Better try again, we dig you too, but the main thang is cooperatin Cause that-a way you would get some play, and it just might make yo' day Cause the official don't blow the whistle, when you steppin out of bounds In yo' city or in yo' town, this how it's goin down Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal Get the extra points, tell me what's the real score? Tell me who's the real ho? Baby it's official I'll referee (brrrrrr) b**h blow the whistle Ay, ay, ay. ay, ay... Ay, ay, ay. ay, ay... Grannys, aunts, sisters, nieces We don't give a f**, we love dime pieces Got me a condom, let me release this Let me see them Victoria Secrets f** the drama, you can keep it Laffy Taffy's and Tootsie Rolls f** that, show me the p**y hole I'm to the point, such a thug And should I say, they show me love Went to the room, straight from the club All y'all broads can leave with us You a good sport, and we with that Charity baby, give back Shower me baby, dig that? Let me hit that, let me hit that