Work It Out Lyrics - Crunk Rock - Lil' Jon

Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up 

Yo, turn me up, turn me up, up some more 

Up, up some more, up, up some more 

Yeah, up, up some more 

I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest BBC fashion 

The light from the strip club flashing 

Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing 

We're hundred G makers till they cremate us 

Skateboard P in the lime green gators 

White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter 

Yeah, I got security, see that gorilla 

When you got money, it's hard to hide it 

Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get 

Big, took a million to super size it 

All the bitches saying 'Hey" like my name was Issac 

Why you put me on blast like that? 

Shit, why you shaking wit an ass like that? 

Besides I wasn't really trying to smash like that 

I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that 

This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking 

Look, end of the night all my niggas is waiting 

Uh, uh, not me Ma, told ya I'm taken 

(Stick that thang out) 

Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more 

(C'mon, skeezer) 

(Stick that thang out) 

Uh, uh, some more, yeah, uh, uh, some more 

(Stick that thang out) 

Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more 

(C'mon skeezer) 

(Stick that thang out) 

Uh, uh, some more 

(Hold it) 

Yeah, uh, uh, some more 

I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity 

Get on the floor if ya got that booty 

Shake what ya momma gave ya 

Shake what ya momma gave ya 

I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity 

Get on the floor if ya got that booty 

Shake what ya momma gave ya 

Shake what ya momma gave ya 

Dance, too much booty in your pants 

Dance, too much booty in your pants 

I said dance, too much booty in your pants 

Dance, too much booty in your pants 

Well shake that ass, bitch 

And let me see what ya got 

Well shake that ass, bitch 

And let me see what ya got 

Hey, hey, hey, I said shake it, don't break it 

It took ya momma 9 months to make it 

I say shake it, don't break it 

It took ya momma 9 months to make it 

Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground 

Scrub the ground 

Hold it, okay 

Hey, she really likes to party 

She really likes to dance 

She really likes to dance, dance, dance 

I like a fine ass bitch, a down ass bitch 

A money getting bitch, I love that shit 

'Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon' call 

If you got a little money, she taking her clothes off 

She dance like a muhfucking dance machine 

Taking her ass to the beat for me 

Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil' bit 

But I really love that shit, I love that shit 

Yeah, thick bitch, wit a drive to fuck 

Get her off in the truck and she bound to suck 

The ho love to bump, she don't like knee pads 

She scrub em up, her legs that is 

Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill 

The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills 

Fo' real by our goddamn selves 

Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help 

(Stick that thang out) 

Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more 

(C'mon skeezer) 

(Stick that thang out) 

Uh, uh, some more, yeah, uh, uh, some more 

(Stick that thang out) 

Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more 

(C'mon skeezer) 

(Stick that thang out) 

Uh, uh, some more 

(Hold it) 

Yeah, uh, uh, some more 

Hey, she really likes to party 

She really likes to dance 

She really likes to dance, dance, dance 

(Dance, dance, dance, oh) 

I like the way you dance, girl 

Just bring that shit over 

And dance on a nigga like me 

Keep shaking that thang, girl 

Keep popping that thang, girl 

Keep shaking that thang, girl 

Keep popping that thang, girl 

Well, keep shaking that thang, girl 

Keep popping that thang, girl 

Keep shaking that thang, girl 

Keep popping that thang, girl 

Well, keep shaking that thang, girl 

Keep popping that thang, girl 

Keep shaking that thang, girl 

Keep popping that thang, girl 

Keep shaking that thang, girl 

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