Yung Joc - Head n Shoulders lyrics

Play-N-Sk**z (Chorus: SupaSTAAR) Go on bob ya head, go on work your shoulder (x3) Ladies in the club let me see ya bend it over Now bend it over Now head n shoulder (x16) (SupaSTAAR) Wipe my shirt, wipe my feet Look at my eyes you can tell I'm geeked That's that calm, I'm on that gone I ain't going home till five in the morn Cup of Ciroc, fresh bomb fade Give your b**h my brush let her brush my wave Ed Hardy shades, a thousand dollar jeans Screaming Halle Berry to the girl of my dreams They be like that n***a there got swag They be like that n***a there act bad They be like that n***a there too cool LL SupaSTAAR too damn smooth I do a little that, I do a little this I wink a little eye, I blow a little kiss Mr. Halle Berry, I'm an ex pill roller Mr. Yes I sleep with your daughter (Chorus) Go on bob ya head, go on work your shoulder (x3) Ladies in the club let me see ya bend it over Now bend it over Now head n shoulder now (x16) (Gorilla Zoe) See a b**h on a b**h, I turned out somebody's daughter Told her treat her like Rosie, baby girl swallow Polla-tickin got a p**nographic flick'n Got her body greased up like you was Church's fried chicken Told her I was finger lickin I got chickens in the kitchen First I get em then I whip em some of my ladies come up missin Talkin birdies, talkin blocks, talkin bricks, talkin pigeons My club love me all I gotta do is show to the club in a '76 Impala SportsCenter shawty EA Sports baller Doin the head n shoulder got her pickin up dollars The b**h tryin to holla but I really won't call her Go on bob ya head, go on work your shoulder (x3) Ladies in the club let me see ya bend it over Now bend it over Now head n shoulder now (x16) (Yung Joc) Now work that head, shoulders, knees, toes She know she looks good so she puttin on a show She acting like she know me when I walk through the door Doin that roley poley man she drop it to the floor Like bim-bam, look back at it Please excuse my hands, aww man I had to grab it She rockin Louie Voutton heels, hundred dollar bills Ice around my neck damn near gave her the chills If I had to guess it, shawty independent She got her own crib, wanna pay a visit Knock knock who is it, time to get explicit Let me get acquainted with that kitty, let me kiss it Check my high q, I'm a brat pack maniac Check the IQ, I guess the girls a braniac She get it from her momma, and there ain't no changing that Tats on her titty, yeah that's where I'm aiming at (Chorus) Go on bob ya head, go on work your shoulder (x3) Ladies in the club let me see ya bend it over Now bend it over Now head n shoulder (x16) (Ending: SupaSTAAR) Now go head, then ya shoulder Now go head, then ya shoulder Now hit the Bobby, Bobby Now go on Bobby, Bobby Now hit the Bobby, Bobby Now go on Bobby, Bobby Now, frank, frank, frank, frank, frank, frank, frank Now, frank, frank, frank, frank Now go drop it to the ground, girl drop it to the ground Girl drop it to the ground, girl drop it to the ground