U-god - Booty Drop lyrics

[Intro: Letha Face] Yeah, come on, yup, rock the spot Yup, yup, come on, yo If the clubs on fire, let the panic room, burn baby burn If the clubs on fire, let the panic room, burn baby burn [Letha Face] Last call for alcohol, you know thugs don't dance We play the back trap, holdin' up the wall Ready to brawl, out, in the pitbull stance I could see shorty's a** through her pants She put me in a trance, I had to take a chance Grabbed her by the hand, and spit the game plan Then she said (Dammmmmmmmmn) but I'm not Fabolous I'm more extravagent than Cardier gla**es The party of the year, and I'm bangin' out Chain hangin' out, like my dick swingin' out of my boxers Music off the rockers, your door now Could bounce to the sounds of the D.J Non stop constant hits, with no replay It's easy as 1, 2, 3, move freely You gotta preach a couple of goons to come speak to me Now every weekend we roll Mobb Deep, to the clubs and cars and jeeps [Chorus: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)] Shake that a** (do you want me to fast or slow, pa) Girl make your booty drop Work them hips (do you want it like that, or like this, pa) Girl make your booty drop Grind from behind (do you want me to rush or take my time, pa) Girl make your booty drop Rock the spot (do you want me to give it all I got, pa) Girl make your booty drop [Letha Face] Shake what your momma gave ya I could kiss your dad, cuz I'm glad he made ya When we do the nasty, we wake the neighbors Lollypop condoms in exotic flavors Hey, cuz, the beat goes on, back that a** up That junk in the trunk makes me stack my cash up Plus cats whiplash, the Benz, I crashed up It's so bootylicious, it's hard to pa** it up That's what's up, ride the magic ooh love shaft Champagne wishes with a candlelit bubble bath Drippin' down your body, I could see it in sun splash With a burnt grib I'mma squeeze and clutch that He can't read, now feel it in your stomach touch Creamy in the middle like an Oreo Doublestuff Girl, in this world, I'm a squirrel that's trynna get a nut She s**y, s**y, doin' the bu*t [Chorus] [Hook: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)] Do you like it (I like it) Do you want it (I want it) Do you need it (I need it) Well get on it (I'm on it) [Letha Face] I'm the trojan man with the platinum rod If your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard You got toys to ma**age your g-spot Plus handcuffs lock me up like the police cops Sweetheart, go, you can do it, put your back into it You're rump shakin' to the beat, while I'm rappin' to it Exclusive to get you wet, in the discotecque Harder than the Thong Song that made Sisqo sweat Official on the set, to all my g-string divas Work that pole, girl, make me a believer The speakers pop, call me Sir Mix-A-Lot Now show me what you got, then drop it like it's hot [Chorus] [Outro: Letha Face] Girl make your booty drop Girl make your booty drop Girl make your booty drop