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

Mmm! Mmm, mmm, mmm 

Oooh-OOOH! 

[Hook - repeat 2X] 

Shake ya ass, but watch yourself 

Shake ya ass, 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' ass; be cool 

And don't worry bout how I'm rippin this shit 

When I'm flippin what I'm kickin nigga, that's just what I do 

I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent 

Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd; motherfucker keep steppin 

They don't fuck with me and they don't 

Y'all bitches cant catch me and you won't 

Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that pussy 

Got Prada for my boonapalist, and (??) from Debussy(??) 

You think I'm trickin? Bitch, 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 

Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty 

And fuck that coward you need a real nigga 

Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin shit 

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 ass) 

I thought I told y'all niggas before 

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (watch yourself) 

Now this ain't for no small booties 

No sir cause that won't pass (show me whatcha workin with) 

But if you feel you got the biggest one 

Then momma come shake ya ass 

[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 cock 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 suck 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 niggaz make noise when you pass by 

get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song! 

Do yo' thang dont be scared, cause you gon' get served 

You get mine then you gon' get yours 

Bout to make yo' ass 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, fuck you nigga 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 pussy up now it's smooth fuckin 

You can betcha bottom dollar; if that pussy 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 ass for 

Wobble wobble I'm infatuated 

Bitch 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 nigga like me gon' get to work before I know the girl 

Bitch whats happnin, let 'em see, show the world! 

[Chorus] 

[Hook] 

Uhh.. OOOH-WEE! Good lawd! 

Damn!