(feat. Autumn Rue, Letha Face)



[Intro: Letha Face]

Yeah, come on, yup, rock the spot

Yup, yup, come on, yo

If the clubs on fire, let the panic room, burn baby burn

If the clubs on fire, let the panic room, burn baby burn



[Letha Face]

Last call for alcohol, you know thugs don't dance

We play the back trap, holdin' up the wall

Ready to brawl, out, in the pitbull stance

I could see shorty's ass through her pants

She put me in a trance, I had to take a chance

Grabbed her by the hand, and spit the game plan

Then she said (Dammmmmmmmmn) but I'm not Fabolous

I'm more extravagent than Cardier glasses

The party of the year, and I'm bangin' out

Chain hangin' out, like my dick swingin' out of my boxers

Music off the rockers, your door now

Could bounce to the sounds of the D.J

Non stop constant hits, with no replay



It's easy as 1, 2, 3, move freely

You gotta preach a couple of goons to come speak to me

Now every weekend we roll Mobb Deep, to the clubs and cars and jeeps



[Chorus: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)]

Shake that ass (do you want me to fast or slow, pa)

Girl make your booty drop

Work them hips (do you want it like that, or like this, pa)

Girl make your booty drop

Grind from behind (do you want me to rush or take my time, pa)

Girl make your booty drop

Rock the spot (do you want me to give it all I got, pa)

Girl make your booty drop



[Letha Face]

Shake what your momma gave ya

I could kiss your dad, cuz I'm glad he made ya

When we do the nasty, we wake the neighbors

Lollypop condoms in exotic flavors

Hey, cuz, the beat goes on, back that ass up

That junk in the trunk makes me stack my cash up

Plus cats whiplash, the Benz, I crashed up

It's so bootylicious, it's hard to pass it up

That's what's up, ride the magic ooh love shaft

Champagne wishes with a candlelit bubble bath

Drippin' down your body, I could see it in sun splash

With a burnt grib I'mma squeeze and clutch that

He can't read, now feel it in your stomach touch

Creamy in the middle like an Oreo Doublestuff

Girl, in this world, I'm a squirrel that's trynna get a nut

She sexy, sexy, doin' the butt



[Chorus]



[Hook: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)]

Do you like it (I like it) Do you want it (I want it)

Do you need it (I need it) Well get on it (I'm on it)



[Letha Face]

I'm the trojan man with the platinum rod

If your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

You got toys to massage your g-spot

Plus handcuffs lock me up like the police cops

Sweetheart, go, you can do it, put your back into it

You're rump shakin' to the beat, while I'm rappin' to it

Exclusive to get you wet, in the discotecque

Harder than the Thong Song that made Sisqo sweat

Official on the set, to all my g-string divas

Work that pole, girl, make me a believer

The speakers pop, call me Sir Mix-A-Lot

Now show me what you got, then drop it like it's hot



[Chorus]



[Outro: Letha Face]

Girl make your booty drop

Girl make your booty drop

Girl make your booty drop