Pocketbook
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbookSay it again? OhDon't make me hit you with my pocketbookCheck this out here
Looking at my bodyI bet you thinkin' bout itDon't cha wanna know how I get down (uh huh)Take a number babyYou ain't the only brotherTrying to get up under my skirt now (uh huh)Rockin all your hot shit, stuntin'Thinking that your God's gift, to womanMore like a buzz in my earShoo fly don't bother me
I got my hair in a pony tailAnd by all meanTrust me I can get it offThey say I stride like a modelCurves like a bottleWatch me as I hit the wallAnd I make em' say
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, OhDon't make me hit you with my pocketbookOh Ah, Oh Ah, OhDon't make me hit you with my pocketbookOh Ah, Oh Ah, OhDon't make me hit you with my pocketbookOh Ah, Oh Ah, OhDa Da Da Da Don't make me (Oh)
Tell ya baby daddyHe ain't holding awayCause he got to pay, and no tonightAin't nobody cutting so cut it out,Cut it out, alrightSo you don't know my face now, got itLooking at me from the waste down, stop itSaid I'm hot pill to swallow fellaBut I can make you feel better
I got my hair in a pony tailAnd by all meanTrust me I can get it offThey say I stride like a modelCurves like a bottleWatch me as I hit the wallAnd I make em' say, hey
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, OhDon't make me hit you with my pocketbook, oh heyOh Ah, Oh Ah, OhDon't make me hit you with my, uhOh Ah, Oh Ah, OhDon't make me hit you with my pocketbookOh Ah, Oh Ah, OhHey, Hey, Get it ya'll
Said you got a lot of nerve (lot of nerve)Playing with my feelings boyDo you always speak before you think? (Do you gotta? Ah Ah)Lucky me, I know the gameI'm a flip my hair and walk awayIf you follow me it's on and poppin'Cause I think ya can have the pocket(Luda!), Before ya make me, Oh!
Before I make you too wet, girl you know you want itYour body's nice, but eh, you need some Luda on itSo find a matress so we can start jerkin on it, movin' on it,Baby cause tonight's the nightFor you to rock up on the mic cause I rocks the mic (right)It's Chris Mind Freak in the back of a rollsI know magic, proof, and do away with ya clothesThen come here and let Luda give that body a rubCause Damn little mama you thick as a muthJust how them southern boys like itHurry up and get me some punch, I might spike itParty in my Babsen, yes your invitedSo we can make a wet scene and we can win an OscarAll up in your best dreamGirl I think you know you're driving me crazyThey jingling baby, Go 'head baby!With two hams in your pants girl, I think you's a crookLet me touch what's under that-
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbookDon't make me hit you with my pocketbookDon't make me hit you with my pocketbook