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Tytuł: Round up

  • Wykonawca: Blu Cantrell
  • Wy¶wietleń: 303

  
   [Intro]
  Woooh
  Yee-Haw!
  What the hell is a yee-haw? (Well...)
  That's that country shit
  Yeah, May, Blu, crazy cat (wheww) yeah
  Bob Marley (whewww), hey Mill
  That's that country shit..
  
  [Verse: Lady May]
  Round up, round up, yeah
  You know what we came to do
  Dance floor bootylicious
  Party with May and Blu
  Hot tamales we bum rush the parties
  In Denali's, goin to parties in drop-top Ferrari's
  Fingernails, toenails, hair and makeup
  Studded up my ear with a pair from Jacob's
  New faced, dudes chase, mommie lookin' too laced
  Honey's iced feelin' like they killin' with the screw face
  Me and my crew stay loose off that great goose
  Order bottles of Velvi with cranberry and grapefruit
  Where's the sex kitten? (grrr)
  Start chillin' with stars
  And fuck the bars puffin' cigars
  
  [Verse: Blu Cantrell)
  12 in the afternoon
  Runnin' kinda late I can't wait for you
  Gotta have my hair done and my nail done, too
  Just like every other girl plans to do (dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know)
  If you wanna ride it's ok
  Keep in mind that I don't have all day
  Gotta hurry up before the night slips away
  Dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know...
  
  [Chorus: Lady May and Blu Cantrell]
  Round everybody up
  Hit the club and tear it down
  If you're up against the wall, then you're in the wrong place
  Dating players not allowed
  Everybody up in the crowd (dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know)
  Don't hesitate come follow me now
  Let me hear you all say!
  Wha, wha, wha, wha, what, what, what – round up, round up
  [*in background] Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh
  Let me hear you all say!
  Wha, wha, wha, wha, what, what, what – round up, round up
  [*in background] Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh
  Dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know
  
  [Verse: Lady May]
  You see my, clique
  We be in the party like it's our shit
  Can't nobody tell us that we not it
  VIP tables, minks and stables, rings in navels
  You know we got that long cash
  Smellin' like money when I walk past
  You know I'm in a hurry; talk fast
  Pimps and players, players and pimps
  Diamonds and links, buyin' me drinks, boy you think
  You know my steezy, pimpin' ain't easy
  You know how many cats wanna get with May Wheezy
  The most glamorous, I'm not your average
  So if I holla, "holla back youngin'" like Fabolous
  
  [Verse: Blu Cantrell]
  We can put our makeup on in the car
  So we can dip on this journey of ours
  Call my homies just to see where they are
  And know that rollin' out (dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know)
  You know so
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse: Lady May and Blu Cntrell]
  HEY YOU!!!
  Whatchu standin' on the wall for?
  Know you wanna get on the floor stop actin' hard-core
  Standup, yeah, keep them hands
  Get it crunk up in the club like 'uh huh, uh huh, uh-huh'
  That's why they boys, they boys they love me, love me
  I meet 'em, greet 'em, tease 'em, May wheeze 'em
  I got them beggin' for that "oochie wally, wally"
  Ooh, she's a hottie, hottie
  Dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know
  Wit that 5'6 frame, off the chain
  It's in the fast lane, came to switch up the game
  (switchin' the game)
  From the Dirty South to NY, we be doin' our thing, baby
  Goodbye for now (don't you know?)
  Till we see you again
  
  [Chorus] (2x)
  
  [Outro]
  Yee-Haw!
  What the hell is a hee-haw?