Tytuł: Vibrate

• Wykonawca: Petey Pablo
• Wyświetleń: 351

  
   C'mon
  Yeah Yeah Yeah
  Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
  Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
  Start an earthquake
  
  [Verse 1: Petey]
  I want them 3, to come up here wit me
  So I can put em where they 'pose to be
  One at the head, one in the middle
  and one down by my feet, she keep ticklin me
  Neighbors bangin on the wall cause we over here
  disturbin the peace, baby be easy
  Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off
  all tha sheets, don't worry we don't need em
  A couple hours in the session we done been
  through bout four CDs (about four CDs)
  Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci
  (They love Jodeci)
  By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks
  (yeah I'm gone need em)
  Cuz these hoes go vibratin in they coochie
  
  [Chorus 1: 2x]
  I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
  I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
  
  [Chorus 2: 2x]
  Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
  Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
  Start an earthquake
  
  [Verse 2: Rasheeda]
  Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro
  Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow
  Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual
  Make a nigga wanna eat it like a vegetable
  When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll
  Round here we gangstered out, this aint no titty bar
  we let it all hang out
  Break bread till the song played out, show that nigga what a real bitch bout
  These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon
  But they all played out like the thong song
  Get ya money gul, show em what you really bout
  Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south
  
  [Both Choruses]
  
  [Verse 3: Petey]
  I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow
  Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her
  Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there
  When I move you move, just like that
  Just as show as yo ass is fat, there's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac
  Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven
  At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex
  I aint met a bitch yet (and yeah) that I couldn't have
  All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am
  Pull up to the side and get away from them
  Doom, Doom, Doom
  
  [Both Choruses]
  
  [Chorus 2] - 2X