Yo-ho



   CHORUS:

          Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up)

          Say what? Gimmie all that you got

          Baby don't stop

          Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what?



   (CHORUS)



   Gitty up baby, I'm-a take you for a ride

   It makes your soul wild when I release vibes

   Freak ya down till your asthma hit ya

   Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya

   Make you wanna get your stash

   Blowin' like the wind, no need, got my own ends

   Player-haters never win cuz I'm a ball to the end

   Send chill up your skin Poppie

   Who the fake? Not me

   Can't take what I got, can't stop me

   Feel the vibe, ride bass slide

   Yo, can't fight it ho

   Let it flow and move, show and prove

   We can do this, shake your groove thing

   Hold tight, ain't nothin' to this

   Wanna get down with skills

   Romance and no frills?

   Uh, it feels ill, don't it?



   Yo-ho



   (CHORUS x2)



   I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers

   Who can make it blaze like us?

   Bless you to death, wanna freak me from the back?

   (Girl, don't even play like that)

   Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got

   (Chi-co, true baller don't stop)

   I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya

   Game so sharp that it split ya

   Playa what, keep your style in order

   (I ain't been hooked since Ewing was a Hoya)

   I'm-a party till I see the sunrise

   S 'n P keep the party live

   Keep it comin' baby



   (CHORUS)



   Gitty up baby

   Gimmie that S and P, that sweet and funky stuff

   (Say what?)

   Gimmie that S and P, that sweet and funky stuff

   Give it to me, give it to me

   Give it to me, give it to me

   Give me the funk, that sweet... Yo-ho



   Yo-ho



   (CHORUS x2)



   Gitty up baby



   You can buy that

   Feel the bass and hi-hat

   You can buy that

   Feel the bass and hi-hat