Sarai - Sarai lyrics

Hey Mr. DJ turn the music up loud And everybody report to the dance floor now Line 'em up 'cause me got to get down Off the chain like they do it in the South Everybody just having a good time Got my eyes on the guys 'cause yeah they so fine That's right Sarai gon' get it crunk How much junk you got in that trunk Come out the house get on the street Here c-lo let out the closet freak Act a fool you could do what ya want Get loose 'cause the track be that funk Groove to the bump Just break it down Make that trunk wobble with an extra bounce Make it touch the ground then raise it up Like the garbage men do with the dump truck Ladies hands up Let me see ya shake ya stuff A, B, C, and D cup Little bitty to big ol' bu*ts Fellas hands high Let me see ya work it out one time Put your body against mine Come on baby grind Oh here we go Time to shake that a** to the dance floor Jiggle that thing like Jell-O All my rich chicks and the girls in the ghetto Throw it up get crunk Ball to you fall that's right In the club or either bump in ya ride Slim or big-boned don't matter your size Don't matter if you're black or white All shapes and sizes spread love worldwide I mean we all the same color inside So why divide I mean there's no reason why East coast to the west side Midwest to the South we tight That's fasho' yo please believe I'm gonna stay being me ain't no change in me Like Trick See I love the kids So I gotta look out for as long as I live I'm tryna' be the best thing coming out this year Sarai keep it trill and that's what's real But for now Just break it down Make the trunk wobble with an extra bounce Make it touch the ground then raise it up Like the garbage men do with the dump truck Ladies hands up Let me see ya shake ya stuff A, B, C, and D cup Little bitty to big ol' bu*ts Fellas hands high Let me see ya work it out one time Put your body against mine Come on baby grind Ladies hands up Let me see ya shake ya stuff A, B, C, and D cup Little bitty to big ol' bu*ts Fellas hands high Let me see ya work it out one time Put your body against mine Come on baby grind Tube tops t-shirts Blue jeans mini skirts Overtime make it work Wobble that a** till the thing hurts Wifebeaters throwbacks Fitted caps bucket hats No matter where ya from where ya at Shake that sh** like how ya love that Everybody get ya boogie on Party all night till the break of dawn Come on Put ya hands in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't care YEAH Front to the back over there V.I.P. area ballers upstairs Get buck stand on top of chairs To the top of ya lungs let me hear oh yeah Just break it down Make the trunk wobble with an extra bounce Make it touch the ground and then raise it up Like the garbage men do with the dump truck Ladies hands up Let me see ya shake ya stuff A, B, C, and D cup Little bitty to big ol' bu*ts Fellas hands high Let me see ya work it out one time Put your body against mine Come on baby grind Ladies hands up Let me see ya shake ya stuff A, B, C, and D cup Little bitty to big ol' bu*ts Fellas hands high Let me see ya work it out one time Put your body against mine Come on baby grind