Murphy Lee - Shake Your Tailfeather lyrics

It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color You got to love it in the dresses, the s**iest You the best of the best and To know each other Baby you impressive let's get >From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player? Come on, we got another one player It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (sh** uh ohhhhhh) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?) You know I love that (I love that) Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh) The way you fit in them pants (Uh) Mama I like how you dance Get that money honey act like you know (like you know) Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor) [Verse 2: P. Diddy] + (Nelly) Shake ya tail feather [P. D.] Pop something move something [Nelly] Just take that a** to the floor [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] We can even do it slow Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [P. D.] Pop something move something [Nelly] Just take that a** to the floor [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] Girl go on take it low [Nelly] Let me see you take it low [Chorus] {*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*} When you do it do it well Everybody and their hootchies Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell Shake it for Nelly son Like white and Dominicans Hispanics and Asians I like the co*ky bow legged ones Eighth girl this week and it's only Tuesday Please help me Why don't cha Lord help me Candy coated whoa! Switching in every lane Unlike no other man Here come another man But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right) I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on) I'm still a s**er for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh) I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here Is that your a** or your momma have reindeer? Turn around who you came with? Where you from? What your name is? Hey girl [Verse 1: Nelly] + (P. Diddy) Let's Go [P. Diddy] Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack We do it for fun If you see me ma We do it for fun Just like (I believe you cool to this) And the band played on (yea) We do it for fun (Come on now) Stack them bucks We do it for fun (haha) Bend them trucks We do it for fun (This is history baby) Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee) We do it for fun Dirty E.A.T We just do it for fun We do it for fun [Nelly] (P. Diddy) [Chorus] [Bridge: Nelly] Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mike still on [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] + (Nelly) Yo, I'm the big booty type I like them thick with their mind right (Awe) Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw) I'm not hard I've got women to handle that They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much gra** popo thinking we mow lawns Manolos don't match that But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap I'm just a juvenile (Wha) Because I be about G's Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money) Man, I'm that damn hungry See I'm starving like Marvin girl I got sixteen bottles of burr (beer) Plus my raps come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin And I got so many keys you'd think I'm valet parking [Chorus] [Bridge: Nelly] Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man) [Outro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]