2nd II None, James DeBarge, AMG - Whateva U Want lyrics
[2nd II None, James DeBarge, AMG - Whateva U Want lyrics]
So you want love?, I'mma take you to the club
And let you shake your groove thang
Baby that's the cut body like an hourglass
Steppin' out the S-Class
Smoke filled with the tinted and
The music on blast
Get down yo before it's too late
And all the real party people
Let me hear you say, "turn it up"
Let it bang
Cause when we party yo it ain't no thang
Even haters ain't hatin' on this here
Them niggas gettin' beers
All the homies straight wet
Hangin' off the chandelier
Three o'clock in the mornin'
We ain't tired yet
That's how you do it when you
Fuckin' with them Compton vets full blown
And if her cock is gettin'
Hot then take her home
And when I hit it and I finish send her on
She ain't lovin' them niggas that play Capone
Baby shake it, get your groove on
Keep the party poppin' everytime
We bounce through it
Whatever you want we can do it
I know you from the streets
But you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want we can do it
See most niggas don't know, I keep 'em broker
If I catch her slippin' up
Nigga I'mma choke her
I got a lil' Ike in me, the reallionaire
Can make your ho stop and stare, do ya dare?
Niggas think they cops
Cause they handcuffin' hoes
The ones with the pretty toes
And if she wit it - don't stop, get it get it
Give me twenty minutes to split
It - forget about it
Rats to the chickens, niggas still trickin'
That's why she cheatin'
And your dick you're beatin'
She love it when I rub it, in a Continental
And never knew I had the Presidential
Took her to the room, run to the boom boom
With ocean view, showed 'em what I do
Baby it's a 304
220 - freak party show get your money ho
Keep the party poppin' everytime
We bounce through it
Whatever you want we can do it
I know you from the streets
But you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want we can do it
I need a shot of that brown liqour
I'm at the party man
The females hoo bangin' harder than niggas
Now get the picture
(Polaroid) , '99 (on the grind)
Take it to the limit - make it, shake it
But don't spend it all in one spot girl
What's up on the thigh, can I get it hot?
With moist in your twat
Let me put it down, and move it around
Locally and the world
To all the women and girls
Shake that good thang God gave ya
I love ya too baby
But I ain't the one tryin' to save ya
Like the suckers that come to
The party to straight trip
Spend they grip, talk shit, and get whipped
On the real like that
Where the party still cracks
'til the one show out and
Turn the motherfucker out
Then it's on to the next house (what?)
Well if not - then it's on to the
Mo' so I can bust that thang out
Keep the party poppin' everytime
We bounce through it
Whatever you want we can do it
I know you from the streets
But you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want we can do it
And let you shake your groove thang
Baby that's the cut body like an hourglass
Steppin' out the S-Class
Smoke filled with the tinted and
The music on blast
Get down yo before it's too late
And all the real party people
Let me hear you say, "turn it up"
Let it bang
Cause when we party yo it ain't no thang
Even haters ain't hatin' on this here
Them niggas gettin' beers
All the homies straight wet
Hangin' off the chandelier
Three o'clock in the mornin'
We ain't tired yet
That's how you do it when you
Fuckin' with them Compton vets full blown
And if her cock is gettin'
Hot then take her home
And when I hit it and I finish send her on
She ain't lovin' them niggas that play Capone
Baby shake it, get your groove on
Keep the party poppin' everytime
We bounce through it
Whatever you want we can do it
I know you from the streets
But you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want we can do it
See most niggas don't know, I keep 'em broker
If I catch her slippin' up
Nigga I'mma choke her
I got a lil' Ike in me, the reallionaire
Can make your ho stop and stare, do ya dare?
Niggas think they cops
Cause they handcuffin' hoes
The ones with the pretty toes
And if she wit it - don't stop, get it get it
Give me twenty minutes to split
It - forget about it
Rats to the chickens, niggas still trickin'
That's why she cheatin'
And your dick you're beatin'
She love it when I rub it, in a Continental
And never knew I had the Presidential
Took her to the room, run to the boom boom
With ocean view, showed 'em what I do
Baby it's a 304
220 - freak party show get your money ho
Keep the party poppin' everytime
We bounce through it
Whatever you want we can do it
I know you from the streets
But you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want we can do it
I need a shot of that brown liqour
I'm at the party man
The females hoo bangin' harder than niggas
Now get the picture
(Polaroid) , '99 (on the grind)
Take it to the limit - make it, shake it
But don't spend it all in one spot girl
What's up on the thigh, can I get it hot?
With moist in your twat
Let me put it down, and move it around
Locally and the world
To all the women and girls
Shake that good thang God gave ya
I love ya too baby
But I ain't the one tryin' to save ya
Like the suckers that come to
The party to straight trip
Spend they grip, talk shit, and get whipped
On the real like that
Where the party still cracks
'til the one show out and
Turn the motherfucker out
Then it's on to the next house (what?)
Well if not - then it's on to the
Mo' so I can bust that thang out
Keep the party poppin' everytime
We bounce through it
Whatever you want we can do it
I know you from the streets
But you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want we can do it