Shamana - G of the Jungle lyrics

Toot that thang up, mommy, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl
Get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl
Let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me
Maybe we can roll (Oh)

Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it

Tonight, it's gon' be some changes
No acting sadity
So stop acting and get it clappin'
'Cause, I'm knowing you feeling me
Yeah, you cute
But don't let that shit go to yo' head
'Cause what this cutie won't do
Pimpin' another one will
You prepared, rockin' a skirt
And ya heels so tall
And we ain't wit' none of that tricking
But our bills so tall
I been peepin' you fo' a while
And you throwin' it back
If you lookin' fo' you a balla
We got dough in da back
Look, yo' color caramel brown
And yo' skin so smooth
I'm havin' fantasies about what you
And me can do and you an undercover freak
You probably thinking da same
I'm seein' light up on yo' face
Because you peepin' my chain
And I ain't tryin' a put you out
There as if you a freak
So don't even take it that way jus'
Say you did it fo' me and, yeah
You probably roll wit' me 'cause
It's money in my pockets
So before then I gotta see you pop
Lock and drop it

Toot that thang up, mommy, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl
Get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl
Let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me
Maybe we can roll (Oh)

Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it

I ain't gotta be yo' man
But, I really wouldn't mind
We ain't got to talk again
I'm jus' tryin' a have a time
If you a balla, pull a stack out
And smack her on da ay
Pop, lockin', cock blockas, get up out da way
Let lil' mommy get low
Give her space, let her sweat
The club turnin' to hoolas 'cause
They shirts is so wet
From da window to da wall
Lil' mama showin' her thong
The broad freakin' herself it's tellin'
Me that it's on you ready
Then we can roll I'm tellin' you we can go
I'm thinkin' if I can handle it
The way you make it roll
You groovin' and speedin' up
You right in between us
If you a strip teasa, then baby
Don't tease us
At first I thought I was trippin'
But my vision gettin' clearer
You moving that thang around as if
You practice in da mirror
She doin' a new dance what the next man said
I'm like
Naw she just pop locking on a headstand

Toot that thang up, mommy, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl
Get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl
Let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me
Maybe we can roll (Oh)

Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it pop, lock and drop it

(Everything will be okay)