Текст песни Head & Shoulders - Mr.serv On, Silkk The Shocker

Head & Shoulders

bout to rip this bitch.\nThink not. Believe that.\nTrying to do somethin for ya nigga!\nUh huh, want yall to dance.\nFor the dance floor.\nWe gonna do somethin new.\nTouch your head, your shoulders, your knees and your toes.\nSlide once too and stomp your feet on the floor.\nThrow your hands up.\nBack in this bitch.\nWe bout to get rowdy.\nTouch your head, your shoulders, your knees your toes\nI want you twirk that body right across the floor\nCause gangstas dont dance man we groove\nI want you hoes bouncin your ass when you move\nNigga I step through the door\nclear my throat like DJ Kool (cough cough)\nCause I lay back motherfucking fool, down more hoes then pool\nYou know like me comin through this bitch sick or Watchin em with my dick hard\nPut my dime to the side as I slide my way to the bar\nDig this hoe named Michelle\nor it could have been Danielle, Tanielle\nKiss and tell I won’t\nkeep it on DL (you know I’m smooth like that)\nI’m smooth like that, I’m cool like that\nAnd a wreck like effect, jack a fool like that\nSee, I see some hoe from the rear come over here\nWhisper in here ear make myself clear\nfortune let’s break up out of here\nSee boy watch how I bust when I run through it The game I spit get my hoes, fuck it alcohol and slow music\nYou know how I do it run the game on em Playin, say the right words then it’s like I’m layin on em Huh, nothin wrong with making you bumpin and grind nigga\nI been this\nHit the bar I’m your star Mr. serve alazay\nWith the chrome keg, so how you play\nSix hundred on them things in the parking lot\nI like to bang alot, my babies momma never called alot\nSo aint no stop when I drop a flick for the chicken\nlicking on your breast\nAnd your necks in the club step\nSo what’s next, I’m bout a drink or two\nOne for me, three for you\nI gotta woman you can be my boo\nYou say your name is Tiki so how you wanna see me Twenty five for guest\non my rolex ticks on the wrist\nI know you with this\nDrop the number on the under you can be my hit\nFor the same no wonder you keep coming around\nMy homie young Silkk put me down with the game and the flow\nIf i teach you how to touch your head\nyour shoulders, your knees and your toes\nI can flip that ass till the morning light it’s my life\nMight wanna shuffle all the way to the dance floor\nGet your hands up, tell the DJ to turn it up\nA bottle or more, with a straw in my right hand\nI know I’m feeling good cause very seldom do I dance\nI usually play it cool moving side to side\nBe too clean to sweat, but tonight it’s all right\nGot my ice on shine like melt the club\nAnd I ain’t trying to go home until the sun comes up nigga what\nAint no leaving with you\nI aint no one night rome (who you think I am)\nYou’ll be hustlin all your life\nso you can afford these droors\nYour pimping gotta be large, converse to the point\nThen in a month maybe we can blow this joint\nAnd you can meet my up and down southern rodeo\nFor sho', chewbaccas leaving niggas on my toes\nOh, the biggest mammas hard, laying non stop\nHold up, I think I see some playas kickin off the bus stop\nAnd twirkers pop while them niggas watch em get hot\nYou all know this shit don’t stop so let the chorus drop