[50 Cent]Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!
[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I wantBaby you got, you got, you got, you got what I needNow shake that thangShake it, shake it, shake it, shake it upGirl shake that thangShake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
[Chorus - 50 Cent]Baby you gotHips that hypnotizeWhen you walk I can't help but watch you shakeI love the way you shake (Baby you got)Hips that make a nigga fantasizeI could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)Some kind of control on meFeels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)My imagination running wildInfatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]It's something about your style, it's something about your smileIt's something about you making me want you right nowIf you don't like me, then don't listen to meLord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothesI'm a professional when I become sexualYou need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to youDon't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slangPartner, tell that nigga from New York, shortyCome ride on my roller coasterPorn star stamina, I try not to damage yaUnlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'Foreplay, you can have it your wayI follow directions, whoa, your jiggling babyBack shots have your whole back wiggling crazyAfter sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe gameI have you saying 'slow down baby'
[Verse 2 - Young Buck]Baby it's hard to look and don't touchGirl the way you strut and dressed in your fine dutchI don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got meOr the way that ass bounce when you move your bodyI'm parked outside in the blue DenaliThere's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout itIce from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwearI spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girlYou need a thug that can handle thatOne dose'll make you go and put my name on your backWhenever you pass through, whatever they ask youJust tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohhDon't hurt nobody babyWhen you drop to the ground and drive me crazyI done been around the world, and I finally found yaNow back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]Baby you've got a hell of a first impressionMaking me wanna ask you a personal questionLike 'Are you flexible?' and 'How do you like it?'Give me a little input, I'm not a psychicCuz you can exit as soon as you get the okYou got a body like the cold ray, heyI need a drink, I'll be right backBut before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like thatIt's late, I have to score, 'This blue drink tastes good, don't it?''Sure it does, now have some more'I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit herSo bring em, I'll call ya a babysitterSo we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday InnI'm contemplatin' how my time's spentCuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, loveYou move like you work in a strip club