Vibrate Lyrics - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry - Petey Pablo

C'mon 

Yeah Yeah Yeah 

Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate 

Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you 

Start an earthquake 

I want them 3, to come up here wit me 

So I can put em where they 'pose to be 

One at the head, one in the middle 

And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin' me 

Neighbors bangin' on the wall cause we over here 

Disturbin' the peace, baby be easy 

Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off 

All tha sheets, don't worry we don't need em 

A couple hours in the session we done been 

Through bout four CDs (about four CDs) 

Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci 

(They love Jodeci) 

By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks 

(Yeah I'm gone need em) 

'Cause these hoes go vibratin in they coochie 

[Chorus 1: 2x] 

I like the way yo ass be vibratin... 

I like the way yo ass be vibratin... 

[Chorus 2: 2x] 

Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate 

Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you 

Start an earthquake 

[Verse 2: Rasheeda] 

Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro 

Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow 

Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual 

Make a nigga want to eat it like a vegetable 

When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll 

Round here we gangstered out, this ain't no titty bar 

We let it all hang out 

Break bread till the song played out, show that nigga what a real bitch bout 

These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon 

But they all played out like the thong song 

Get ya money gul, show em what you really bout 

Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south 

[Both Choruses] 

[Verse 3: Petey] 

I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow 

Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her 

Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there 

When I move you move, just like that 

Just as show as yo ass is fat, there's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac 

Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven 

At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex 

I ain't met a bitch yet (and yeah) that I couldn't have 

All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am 

Pull up to the side and get away from them 

Doom, Doom, Doom 

[Both Choruses] 

[Chorus 2 - 2X]