69 Boyz Lyrics
69 Boyz Lyrics
"Booty Drop Lyrics"
The Defector (unreleased) Lyrics
Orbison/Dees/Angie Morrow It's the Bonnie and Clyde days Where the girls wear curls and lace And the boys can't stand the pace of war It's not the war but the cause the country's fighting for The seed of discontent is sown They're burning card back home, back home The old folks just can't ignore The posters with ink anymore I'm not sure what to think Now I wonder why I'm on this foreign shore
Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Come on, I'm speakin' up
All the big-booty girls in the club
Wussup with the table-top?
Get up on, and make that booty drop
If you want this pay
You got to work baby, I ain't goin' any way
It ain't 'bout no hand-out
It's 'bout g-strings and booty-cheeks hangin' out
'Cause I'ma get my money's worth
So make that booty, hips and tongue work!
'Cause I'll nickel-and-dime ya
If you fail to work what's behind ya
But if the dance get felt,
Then I'll stick a dub in ya garter belt
So make these ends
'Cause it's me, and some of my big-money friends
But ya can't be no flop
Just stop - and make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Don't try to flaunt, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, hey, just make that
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on,
just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, baby, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!}
Verse 2: Thrill Da Playa
Drop it on one, then on two
What you gon' do?
Don't hold that wallet
There's room on the floor for the both of us
And this my last chance
Before I dip to get this lap-dance
And they playin' the funk
Work that skirt and make that booty jump
Shake it down turn around
Now touch the ground
Go 'head and do it
And I'ma get a lil' closer to it
It's plenty head room
So work that thing like we in the bedroom
Work what you got
Get on the d
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, and make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Work it out, work it out, just make it ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!}
[Go 'head and do it!]
[Shake it baby don't stop!]
Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Shake it, baby, don't stop
On the dance floor or on the table-top
And you're aaight!
See if you can make my nature rise
You got the equipment
Now you need just a lil' commitment
You bring that milkshake and the Puddin Tame
And I'll b
And a lil' bit of extra flow
Sit and stare and watch that booty go
Come on, I'm speakin' up
All the big-booty girls in the club
Don't try to flex
One time for Magic City AND Rolexx
'Cause them the spots
To stop - and make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Don't try to flaunt, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, hey, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on,
just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, baby, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!}
Orbison/Dees/Angie Morrow It's the Bonnie and Clyde days Where the girls wear curls and lace And the boys can't stand the pace of war It's not the war but the cause the country's fighting for The seed of discontent is sown They're burning card back home, back home The old folks just can't ignore The posters with ink anymore I'm not sure what to think Now I wonder why I'm on this foreign shore
Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Come on, I'm speakin' up
All the big-booty girls in the club
Wussup with the table-top?
Get up on, and make that booty drop
If you want this pay
You got to work baby, I ain't goin' any way
It ain't 'bout no hand-out
It's 'bout g-strings and booty-cheeks hangin' out
'Cause I'ma get my money's worth
So make that booty, hips and tongue work!
'Cause I'll nickel-and-dime ya
If you fail to work what's behind ya
But if the dance get felt,
Then I'll stick a dub in ya garter belt
So make these ends
'Cause it's me, and some of my big-money friends
But ya can't be no flop
Just stop - and make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Don't try to flaunt, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, hey, just make that
I'm Gonna Miss Her Lyrics
Well I love her but I love to fish I spend all day out on this lake and hell is all I catch Today she met me at the door said I would have to choose If I hit that fishin' hole today she'd be packin' all her things And she'd be gone by noon Well I'm gonna miss her when I get home But right now I'm on this lakeshore and I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me when I walk through that door tonight Yeah I'm gonna miss her oh lo
booty ...Well I love her but I love to fish I spend all day out on this lake and hell is all I catch Today she met me at the door said I would have to choose If I hit that fishin' hole today she'd be packin' all her things And she'd be gone by noon Well I'm gonna miss her when I get home But right now I'm on this lakeshore and I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me when I walk through that door tonight Yeah I'm gonna miss her oh lo
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on,
just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, baby, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!}
Verse 2: Thrill Da Playa
Drop it on one, then on two
What you gon' do?
Don't hold that wallet
There's room on the floor for the both of us
And this my last chance
Before I dip to get this lap-dance
And they playin' the funk
Work that skirt and make that booty jump
Shake it down turn around
Now touch the ground
Go 'head and do it
And I'ma get a lil' closer to it
It's plenty head room
So work that thing like we in the bedroom
Work what you got
Get on the d
Your Love Lyrics
Josie's on a vacation far away come around and talk it over so many things that I want to say you know I like my girls a little bit older [Chorus:] I just wanna use your love tonight no, I don't wanna lose your love tonight I ain't got many friends left to talk to no one's around when I'm in trouble you know I would do anything for you stay the night, we'll keep it undercover [Chorus] Try to stop m
ance floor and make that booty ... Josie's on a vacation far away come around and talk it over so many things that I want to say you know I like my girls a little bit older [Chorus:] I just wanna use your love tonight no, I don't wanna lose your love tonight I ain't got many friends left to talk to no one's around when I'm in trouble you know I would do anything for you stay the night, we'll keep it undercover [Chorus] Try to stop m
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, and make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Work it out, work it out, just make it ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!}
[Go 'head and do it!]
[Shake it baby don't stop!]
Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Shake it, baby, don't stop
On the dance floor or on the table-top
And you're aaight!
See if you can make my nature rise
You got the equipment
Now you need just a lil' commitment
You bring that milkshake and the Puddin Tame
And I'll b
Uhh Ohh Lyrics
Chorus: Bo Hagon X2 Get crunk in this motherfucker drunk in this motherfucker Nigga step up and get stomped in this motherfucker Dumped in this motherfucker stuck in this motherfucker Pussy act up and get fucked in this motherfucker Verse 1 Lil Jon Eastside nigga westside bitch Northside nigga southside bitch Eastside nigga westside bitch Northside nigga southside bitch If Your click ain't much and talkin that sh
ring the g-stringChorus: Bo Hagon X2 Get crunk in this motherfucker drunk in this motherfucker Nigga step up and get stomped in this motherfucker Dumped in this motherfucker stuck in this motherfucker Pussy act up and get fucked in this motherfucker Verse 1 Lil Jon Eastside nigga westside bitch Northside nigga southside bitch Eastside nigga westside bitch Northside nigga southside bitch If Your click ain't much and talkin that sh
And a lil' bit of extra flow
Sit and stare and watch that booty go
Come on, I'm speakin' up
All the big-booty girls in the club
Don't try to flex
One time for Magic City AND Rolexx
'Cause them the spots
To stop - and make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Don't try to flaunt, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, hey, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on,
just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} C'mon, c'mon, baby, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Yeah! I like that, just ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!} Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty ...
(DR-ROP!!) {True dat, true dat!}