 [50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!
[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you
got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you
got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
up
[Chorus – 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help but
watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you
got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby
you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn,
I like your style
[Verse 1 – 50 Cent]
It's something about your style, it's
something about your smile
It's something about you making me
want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen
to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have
you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become
sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your
girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky,
when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New
York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to
damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're
climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your
jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back
wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that
potent pipe game
I have you saying 'slow down baby'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 – Young Buck]
Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in
your fine dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your
hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when
you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and
you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali
footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good
look girl
You need a thug that can handle
that
One dose'll make you go and put my
name on your back
Whenever you pass through,
whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show
em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and
drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I
finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get
behind ya (ahhh!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 – Lloyd Banks]
Baby you've got a hell of a first
impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal
question
Like 'Are you flexible?' and 'How do
you like it?'
Give me a little input, I'm not a
psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get
the ok
You got a body like the cold ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance,
yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, 'This blue
drink tastes good, don't it?'
'Sure it does, now have some more'
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit
her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel,
Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's
spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a
brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club
[Chorus]
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