(feat. Jah Don, Kardinal Offishall) 



[Chorus x2: Afu-Ra, Kardinal Offishall] 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah 

All the pretty girls wanna wind up them way, sha-la 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah 

See them lil' girls, buckwildin' in the place, sha-la 



[Afu-Ra] 

I like a chunky, badunki, mami 

Word is bond, hypnotize a brother, like she was a swami, I be 

All up on this dance hall, clean 

I can wind up some tight, and have her spendin' her greed, come on 

And face it, take it-take it down to the floor 

Have her spinning her around, have her coming back for more, that's right 

She fell in love with a king man, dippin' the end 

The type of cat, that I can rip up the jam 

I'm brand new again, a new tune again, I'm not a hooligan 

Me and shorty, we enact the Blue Lagoon again 

Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and don't you see 

Her booty's boomin' her jeans, it's bustin' at the scene 

And don't you see, shorty, yeah, you lookin' good shorty 

You and me shorty, that's right, let's make a movie shorty 

I know you see it shorty, damn, you kind tight, shorty 

You and me, precise, that's right, we kinda right shorty 



[Chorus x2] 



[Jah Don] 

The type that wanna battle, but they know I battle New York 

They really wanna know what's up 

They all set out to bank up, or they find out what's up 

The New York, all sound, yes, that's us 

Them girls, them type to time 

We all see them, but then dey bum on the time 

Baby girls, y'all free the bloodline 

We all see them, but then dey bum on the time 

When y'all off, and when I'm on, and then have to spend mines 

Cuz each and every day, a blood can get in my way 

So keep my minds in front, and don't send him my bad way 

It's all about a better way, and really wanna try 

I be there for you, and atleast I don't pretend, and do I try 

Begin to hold it down, cuz the world is mine 

So then me keep it sharp, as a dime, wow, wow 

We held it tight, now, it's so tight, now 



[Chorus x2] 



[Kardinal Offishall] 

Mr. Kardinal say, back up in it again, my friend 

Yea a murderer, finish it again up to the end 

Me don't play, me don't lay with them, we slangin' them 

Strayin' them away from all the suckers, and no luck 

It's the same ten steps, back up truckers, we high class fuckers 

Girls looking real bugee, before they get stripped that's it 

They come with a bag of talk, and a bag of attitude 

But all I'ma trynna do is bag it up, and teach you 

Dot City, where the queens in jeans stay 

All of them ghettio chicks live around my movie, you know? 

It ain't nothing, you cutting to a PF Cuttin' 

Cuttin', then we trucking, ready to be with another suckers 

Black Jay's from BK to UK 

Stay the number one champion, with the girls, dun 

Get it? Girls if you wit it, let me spit it in the place 

What come, don't know why they waste, you know? 



[Chorus x2]