Lyrics:

[Chorus: repeat 2X] Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now) Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now) If you is the baddest booty the phatest Let me hear you holla out I yi yi [verse 1] Its ya boy P-A-Tza knowin pat'll please her hit from the back cuz these gals off the heeza bend ova or stroke it yo butt gets a pokin the hydro is smokin theres nutt in ya throatin yo booty is floatin all round the rooma my thang full of gin so dat puddy is dooma assume the position mug in the pillow hand on the head bow best not to let go hand may a slippin head gets a crackin I'm all on dat clittin back gets a smackin a doggin a slappin my thang in yo stomach now move 4 we drank cuz youz bout to vomit you swear you can take it so baby dont fake it lets gone get a room get high and get naked you say that you real and you claimin the hoody tha rubber to thang and my thang in yo puddy [Chorus] - repeat 2X [verse 2] Its gold mouth stackin dollars where yo sista at cuz she swallors big juicy fat I must hollars see you in yo pants I may foll'her wearin tight clothes make yall scholars freaky yung broads that luv ballers hesitate to talk nigga stallers you can let the steam out yo collar luv gettin stuck on 4 hours ja-cu-zie livin room showers nipples on hard some big knockers eyes got bigga than blue blockers coochie real tight like school lockers treat a lame dude like a true socka most gonna pay cuz they luv her dog anyway I will knock her [Chorus] - repeat 2X [verse 3] There she go there she go with them g's and strings my nigga dont you know she will do some things droppin that to the flo bendin knees and bow