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Dirty South party shit with an occasional meaningful twist from The Crunk Connoisseur
Song Info
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Charts
Peak #673
Peak in subgenre #328
Author
Steelman
Uploaded
October 20, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:47
Lyrics
Look at that girl walkin down the street
I'm likin the way she wiggle it
Struttin her stuff, that big ole seat
She's shakin it like she's triple thick
Gonna give me whiplash, cuz I'm here rubberneckin
Eyes off road, I almost crashed, this girl gonna make me wreckin
What the hell she wearin? It don't look like very much at all
More like what she ain't wearin, them ain't shorts I think their draws
DAAAAAMN!
Shit looks just like candy, I'ma call her Willy Wonka
Sweet at hell, and she got that big ole Padonkadonka
I think she's caterin to me, the way that she's got it movin
Ain't no mistake, I know she knows exactly what she's doin
Hear them heads snappin back when them fellas walk on by
She knows they all want a snack, a big ole piece of booty pie
Lookin kinda cheeky, wanna take her downtown
Watch her get all freaky deaky
(Let me see ya Doo Doo Brown!)
Got the guys attention, they droolin and slobberin
Cuz we all on a mission, and that's why we hollerin
Chorus
HEY GUL!
Walkin down the street
HEY GUL!
Look like the kind I wanna meet
HEY GUL!
Gotta look back after you walk past
HEY GUL!
Cuz I can't resist the way you shake that ass
HEY GUL!
I think I made myself bright and clear
HEY GUL!
I want you to come on over here
HEY GUL!
Lookin other way, I'ma have to catch ya
HEY GUL!
Just come on over here and let me holla atcha
You look like a wild child, sweeter than a Black and Mild
Know I wanna take you home for a little while, make you smile
Make a couple stops, get up in that shit
I wanna take you down to IHOP to get some cheese eggs and grits
Where you walkin anyway, cuz you movin too slow
I'd like to offer you a ride up in the Monte Carlo
Gotta do the thing right, cuz you know I don't wanna fail
Gimme a chance, I'll be polite (Salutations female!)
I ain't a fan of pickup lines, 'sup baby, what's your sign
Just come up straightforward, ask her if she'll get with mine
Full figured lips, with them child birthin hips
Lookin like a Coca Cola bottle, let me take a sip
You don't wanna know what's on my mind, wish I had a Tivo
Stop that booty, rewind, watch again in slo-mo
Legs like a thoroughbred, lookin very very nice
So gorgeous make me drop dead, I wanna sample the merchandise
Chorus
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