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[Niccademus] In your booty in the strip club This Niccademus but to really you can get some love She gangsta party like she Dogg and Pac And learned to drop it like it's burnin' hot Woke up a spring, givin' all that she got I take another shot of Hennessy Drinkin' the strip, give up a twenty just to talk in here Don't playa-hate, baby it's all or nothin' I'mma bang it by the end of the night You don't believe it, ya wardrobe's tight I smell the smoke, pass the weed nigga Man, fuck security, ridin' thirty-deep nigga With a bunch of killa weed But that ain't nuthin' baby, don't be afraid Me and you can sneak up and get in my escalade And we can mash out and peel out *car peeling out* Where'd you get that body from? It's bangin the ceilin' as sick as when you give me some Pull it open now, sugar, don't make me wait You got my burnin' while you're twistin' the turn Now make it shake! [Chorus] You's a fine little cutie now, make it shake! Come on baby work your booty now, make it shake! SongtexteGettin paid from the booty now, make it shake! Pull your clothes off and do me now, make it shake! You's a fine little cutie now, make it shake! Come on baby work your booty now, make it shake! Gettin paid from the booty now, make it shake! Pull your clothes off and do me now, make it shake! [Niccademus] There was nothin' but thugs that didn't know how to treat her Young lady, rubbin her nipples and it's driving me crazy (Ohh) I take another shot hear me go, let me get the shine on Like Cali and Jigga, fiesta's all night long She bad to the bone, I'm about to hit it Maybe me and my homies, yo we can split it Should have done me, nothin to me So I'm ain't no eatin' like a cake baby Get out on the floor, sayin shake baby Just like a quake baby, tippin' over the Richter's Scale Cali party, she was bad as hell Swoopin' over before my niggas smell, but I ain't gonna eat it yo Gonna strap on the jimmy, you might just get it though Don't be conceited ho, you with some riders told me that it was sweet n low And she was quiet fo' sho', Niccademus I was born tonight (Unintelligible) I'm out on the bay, now throw your legs up! [Chorus] [Niccademus] I'm not worried bout them bitches, throw your hands up Workin' the pole, the made the hardest homies stand up Pretty ass clothes, with them high heels on Sexy as ever, in a see-through thong And makin' hella chetta all night long *all night long* (robot voice) Bought me a drink and fuck with dumb shit Reached in my pocket, took my cd out my (unintelligible) It's Niccademus, you can't see us, we like to get em up Every time we ride, stayin' high, till we die, bitch you're that close And smack them big bucks, buy out the bar Oh your people ain't tell you that we some mother fuckin' superstars Drivin expensive cars, baby so shake it We bought to cough up a few dollars to see you butt-naked Show me the tattoo by your private spot Somebody, hurry up, call 911 she too hot You got it all live, hear the resurrection nigga before it's too late Droppin' that paper just to makin it shake, now make it shake! [Chorus: x2] Aus Songtexte Mania