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| Transcriber | Dave Frank | Lyrics Correct | |
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| So you want love
Ima take ya to the club And let ya shake you groove thing Baby thats the cut Body like an hourglass stepping out the S-Class Smoke filled with the tinted and the music on blast Get down, youll be forced to late And all the real party people let me hear you say Turn it up, and let it bang Cuz when we party yo it aint no thang Them hataz aint hattin on this here Them niggaz getting beer Saw them homies straight ripped Hangin off the chandler 3-O-Clock in the morning we aint (topped out)? Thats how you do it when you fuckin with the Compton best Full blown, and if a cock is getting harder take her home And when I hit it and Im finished send her on She aint lovin the mix that play Capone Baby shake it, get ya groove on Chorus Keep the party poppin, everytime you bounce to it Whatever you want, we can do it, do it I know you from the streets But you aint gotta try to prove it If thats what you want, we can do it See most niggaz dont know I keep em broka If ya catch ya slippin up, nigga Ima choke her I gotta little Ike in me, a realyanair Can make your ho stop and stare Do ya dare? Nigga think they cops Cuz they handcuffin hoes The ones with the pretty toes And if she wit it, dont stop, get it get it Giveme 20 mins to split it, forget about it Rats still chickens, nigga still trickin Thats why shes cheatin, and ya think ya beaten She love it when Im rubbin in a Continental And never knew I had the presidential Took her to the room, run to the boom boom With ocean view, show them what I do Baby is a 3-0-4 or 2-2-0 Freak party show, get ya money ho Chorus Keep the party poppin, everytime you bounce to it Whatever you want, we can do it, do it I know you from the streets But you aint gotta try to prove it If thats what you want, we can do it I need a slab of that brown listen Im at the party man The females is bangin harder than niggaz Now get the bitch, 99, on the grind Take it to the limit, make it shake it But dont spend it all in one spot girl Wassup wit that thought Can I get it hot, moisten ya twat Let me put it down and move it around Locally in the world to all them women and girls Shake that good think god gave ya I love you too baby But I aint the one tryin to save ya Like them suckas that come to the party to straight trip Spend they grip, talk shit, and get whipped One on the real like that, but the party still cracks Till one show out, turn the motha fucka out Then its on to the next house, well if not Then its off to the boat so I can bust that thing out Chorus Keep the party poppin, everytime you bounce to it Whatever you want, we can do it, do it I know you from the streets But you aint gotta try to prove it If thats what you want, we can do it |
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