Now That's What I Call Music! - Shake Ya Ass lyrics

Mmm! mmm, mmm, mmm Oooh-oooh! [hook - repeat 2x] Shake ya a**, but watch yourself Shake ya a**, show me what you workin with [verse 1] I came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' a**; be cool And don't worry bout how i'm rippin this sh** When i'm flippin what i'm kickin n***a, that's just what i do I'm effervesecet and i'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown german shepherd; motherf**er keep steppin They don't f** with me and they don't Y'all b**hes cant catch me and you won't Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that p**y Got prada for my boonapalist, and (??) from debussy(??) You think i'm trickin? b**h, i ain't trippin I'm buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg Drinkin henn and actin like it do somethin to me Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin with me f** a dollar girl, pick up fifty And f** that coward you need a real n***a Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin sh** Bend over hoe; show me what you workin with! [hook] [chorus] Attention all y'all players and pimps Right now in the place to be (shake ya a**) I thought i told y'all n***as before Y'all n***as can't f** with me (watch yourself) Now this ain't for no small booties No sir cause that won't pa** (show me whatcha workin with) But if you feel you got the biggest one Then momma come shake ya a** [hook] [verse 2] I like my women fire like cay-enne!! Chocolate and bowlegged - when i'm runnin up behind her!! Go head get ya pop-a-lock let the co*k out For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house "the man right chea" wanna get under that dress right there You spicy cajun we gon' a good time over there You better s** the head on them there crawfish And you gotta bend all the way over to dance off this Handle yo' business but i know you do it way better, you dead wrong So if you talkin bout how n***az make noise when you pa** by Get yo' fine a** on the floor girl this yo' f**in song! Do yo' thang dont be scared, cause you gon' get served You get mine then you gon' get yours Bout to make yo' a** love it Raise it up, show the g-string hustlin hustlin [chorus] [hook] [verse 3] Stop yo' cryin heffer, i don't need all that I got a job for you - the braided up pimp is back Break them handcuffs, f** you n***a move somethin And if they ask you what you doin say, "ooohh nuttin!" And we been doin for the past 2 somethin And i've been beatin that p**y up now it's smooth f**in You can betcha bottom dollar; if that p**y fire You gon' holla michael tyler! So don't act like you don't be backin that stuff up Girl in the club, cause that's what you got a** for Wobble wobble i'm infatuated b**h ride a dick like she makin a baby And i see that we gon' have to go to a quiet corner for just us two an' Don't worry about who lookin, just keep on doin what you doin Cause a n***a like me gon' get to work before i know the girl b**h whats happnin, let 'em see, show the world! [chorus] [hook] Uhh.. oooh-wee! good lawd! Damn!