Lyrics
(BC JONES)
LET'S GO MUTHAFUCKAS, yo I'm ready to roll,
Got two Coors in my hands, too cold to hold,
Let's gamble the dough, and hold em we scramble fo' more,
Cuz the game ain't over till I've dismantled the floor.
Let's unravel the liquor, the decorative decor,
JD and Jim Bean gets us so comfortable,
As the night closes, I find my fallen opponent
posted in the corner, so I toast em wit' a warnin'.
And I always show to the party, packin' my heat,
I said "Sho' little shorty, you can peep my piece."
She reached for my pockets, and she reached beneath,
Pulled it out, cocked it, in disbelief,
Man, I start to think will the silver bullet kill me?
Damn, I cannot blink, will she pull it or tranquil me?
She stared at me the same, but she couldn't refrain,
She bared down to game, and blew out my brains, LET'S GO!
(BC JONES: HOOK)
Shake that ass b*** , shake that ass b*** , shake it!
Make that cash b*** , make that cash b*** , make it!
Shake that ass b*** , shake that ass b*** , shake it!
Make that cash b*** , make that cash b*** , make it!
Shake that ass b*** , shake that ass b*** , shake it!
Make that cash b*** , make that cash b*** , make it!
Shake that ass b*** , shake that ass b*** , shake it!
Make that cash b*** , make that cash b*** , make it!
(D-REK)
Sippin' Remi faster than the Hemmi motor goes,
Put yo' titties on my face, so I can motorboat,
Drinkin' on the weekend, not givin' a f***
Affiliation in yo speakers, even though we suck,
Runnin' games on lames, not knowin they names,
Smell of thrift shop, she lovin' my hip hop fame,
Tryin' to lay loose, and I'm in a real great mood,
Sippin' Grey Goose, A2's hatin' gay dudes,
Way more moves than AI, sh** I ain't fell off,
Don't approve of gay guys, so get the hell off,
My dick b*** , it's only for fat chicks,
Slim or thick, don't matter, I don't give a sh** ,
As long as it's bare down there, I really don't care,
Let's Go, and I'll tap that ass like a snare,
Say goodbye and check her ID, age?
Great it's 1-8, not statutory rape, J.
(BC JONES: HOOK)
Shake that ass b*** , shake that ass b*** , shake it!
Make that cash b*** , make that cash b*** , make it!
Shake that ass b*** , shake that ass b*** , shake it!
Make that cash b*** , make that cash b*** , make it!
Shake that ass b*** , shake that ass b*** , shake it!
Make that cash b*** , make that cash b*** , make it!
Shake that ass b*** , shake that ass b*** , shake it!
Make that cash b*** , make that cash b*** , make it!
(LEEZY)
Hell's yeah, Brad, you know I'm down for this fiesta,
Everyone from Nac to Odessa's comin' to request us.
Hola! Now have a sip of cherry cola,
Habla en la motorola, no mas espanola,
This ain't a smokin' crack party, it's a tolkin' back party,
A takin' caps party, yeah a f*** in' Nac party,
Cuz here in A-Town, we roll wit' BIG TRUCKS, BIG BUCKS,
Got some big scmucks, killin' you pig f*** s,
Small houses, fast cars, drivin' plastared,
Don't act hard, get smacked hard, and sent backward,
Got this basement party just jumpin' and thumpin'
Bumpin' and pumpin', got some girls to start humpin'.
Take em to the bedroom, they'll get fed soon,
Gettin' head soon, don't matter, I'll be dead soon,
From magic red shrooms, ate em wit a lead spoon,
Spreadin' dread soon, with this makin' bread tune, LET'S GO!!
