This Yo' Song

(Kaos talking)

And now for our next number

I'd like to return to the classics

Cuz this yo sooong dooooogggg

(Girl)

Uhhhhhhhh

(Kaos)

Ladies take it to the dance flo', this yo song

Girl get ya dance on

Ladies take it to the flo', this yo shit

Urbody nina pop in this bitch

(Verse 1: Kemo)

Now count up all homies where we stayed, on the blocks

When I add em all up in my head, its a lot (whole lot)

Now we to fill up in the spot is the plot

Lemme see, what ya got, shake it watch the homies flock

When ya, break it on in, make the grown men

Hit the flo' and beat her faithfully like a liquor sto'

(What? she a wrist to glow?)

i got no chest to blow, never was a trick

I never kissed her under no mistletoe

givin me a picture show, baby girl I blistered toe

But you shakin that ass, like Mystikal

Put you in a figure fo', she listen to the Da Hol' 9

Every time she on the grind wit a fist of dough

Call me Mr. Mo, add you to my list of hoes

You can take a ride and you can fly right away with the Crow

Say she never missed a show, what I'ma diss her fo'

When she shake that ass she make it pop just like a pistol

(Boo-y)

(Hook: Kaos repeat 2x)

All my ladies and my hustlas

In the club, on ya fingas

Turn this mu'fucka up now

(This yo soong dooooggg)

(Verse 2: Kaos)

Bang bang bang, wit me, Young Skeet

Urry one of yall on the dance flo' is a freak

I'ma be the MC, y'all follow my lead

just wipe the sweat up off ya face and pop to the beat

All off my mo-mos and my dimes out therre on the flo'

She walkin and backin it back, like you up in the Mono

Solo birds beatin in amps to now beakin

Cuz Da Hol' 9's beatin them sleeves off of those speakers

Cuz the he-say, she-say its 2 Deep, Mo, Dre

4,5 on stage and a hella thurl DJ

Urbody from the front to the back, bored frats

Sense ya roy strollin and nina poppin to them Track Stars

In the clubs and on the radio man

When they hear us say (uhhhhh) it's like, "that's my jam!"

You know its all, to the goody when we bob

But see people don't dance no mo' mo, all they do is nina pop

Doooogggg

(Hook)

(Verse 3: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos)

1- Say baby gon and hit the flo', it's yo party

Ya so naughty, its like a journey and so far

My game has have been notor-i, they in the Mark-y

Shake that thing, it's a crying shame, where my car keys?

It's the cream of the crop, girl I don't nina pop

I pop ninas, my demean-a greedy on the city block

Hit the club scene, do my show, then collect my cream

Urbody move around the flo', place is lookin mean

2- Now back back, tell em to back back baby

Now take it to the flo', movin urry inch of yo

Hypnotic body for Kaos and KemoSaubee

You know the after party's at the Mariatti

Meet us in the lobby

Now I wanna see you g walk wit it

Hold yoself, march wit it now

Stroll wit it cuz I see you wanna roll wit it

Move it all around like you ain't got no control wit it

(Hook repeat 2x)

(Kemo talking)

Ay play it again dooggg