Juice Magazin - Show Your Ass lyrics

(*whispering*) TrackBoyz [J-Kwon] Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..ay [Verse - J-Kwon] Call me, I'm the man You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece And I like the way ya a** move to the beat You a freak, that's summin you can be Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least Show-Offs on the cap, plus her a** fat It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back Not knowin' she a rat, she s**in' on my tat I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that The weed hold that, the blunt roll that And when you give me head, please don't hold back Where your eyes at? lickin' the Kodak And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack Now.. [Hook - J-Kwon] - x2 Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' [Verse - Eboni Eyes] I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right The way I feel my a** make the ballers blow they cash Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right I head to the flo', time to get this b**h hype n***as in the place, all up in my face Somebody touch my a** I might have to catch a case Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda I say what I mean, mean what I say You wanna f** wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh No shame in my game, if you cannot hang Get the f** up out my face and let me do my thang [Hook - J-Kwon] - x2 Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' [Verse - J-Kwon] Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo' Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money I tried to stay humble, but her a** rumble Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble [Verse - Eboni Eyes] Skin tight denim, fat a** in 'em I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him This n***a herre lame, he got no game His shoes ran over wit' a fake a** chain Never big spenders, on my agenda Get him to surrender, colder than December I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes [Hook - J-Kwon] - x2 Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' Show your a**, gon' hit the flo' [J-Kwon] (repeat until fade) Show your a**