[50 Cent] 

Ahhhhhh! G-Unit! 



[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent] 

Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want 

Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need 

Now shake that thang 

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up 

Girl shake that thang 

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up 



[Chorus – 50 Cent] 

Baby you got 

Hips that hypnotize 

When you walk I can't help but watch you shake 

I love the way you shake (Baby you got) 

Hips that make a nigga fantasize 

I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got) 

Some kind of control on me 

Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got) 

My imagination running wild 

Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style 



[Verse 1 – 50 Cent] 

It's something about your style, it's something about your smile 

It's something about you making me want you right now 

If you don't like me, then don't listen to me 

Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes 

I'm a professional when I become sexual 

You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you 

Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang 

Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty 

Come ride on my roller coaster 

Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya 

Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin' 

Foreplay, you can have it your way 

I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby 

Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy 

After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game 

I have you saying "slow down baby" 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 2 – Young Buck] 

Baby it's hard to look and don't touch 

Girl the way you strut and dressed in your fine dutch 

I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me 

Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body 

I'm parked outside in the blue Denali 

There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it 

Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear 

I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl 

You need a thug that can handle that 

One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back 

Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you 

Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh 

Don't hurt nobody baby 

When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy 

I done been around the world, and I finally found ya 

Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!) 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 3 – Lloyd Banks] 

Baby you've got a hell of a first impression 

Making me wanna ask you a personal question 

Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?" 

Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic 

Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok 

You got a body like the cold ray, hey 

I need a drink, I'll be right back 

But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that 

It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?" 

"Sure it does, now have some more" 

I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her 

So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter 

So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn 

I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent 

Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love 

You move like you work in a strip club 



[Chorus]