LL N.O. Joe, hit me baby! Push it out girl, arch your back Them seven jeans is fittin' like bubble wrap Plus they low on your hips You dip, let me grip That thing you do keep me brick 50 told you about the magic stick Come on, lean on me I'm in love with this scenery Poke it out, pun the river, pun the bank Baby, stroke it out Sweat for your man Both hands on your hips for your man Me and the boys is your biggest fans Every time we see you we be like, damn! Work it girl, move somethin' Hurt me girl, oh! Come on, move somethin' Such a pimply aura Way, way hotter than I was before She wanna sit courtside next to a baller Where the paper's longer and cats are taller I'm on for my own Do the math mommy, L's on the throne Now take it to the floor Do a split if you're really hardcore Man, listen here I'm hot today, ain't concerned with last year I see your little shorty ride shotgun But I done left stoplights with a hot one Made a hop out, move somethin' Jump in my joint, prove somethin' I laugh at y'all Don't worry about the check, already cashed it y'all Come on, move Somethin' Pick it, pick it, pull it to the side Shake it for daddy, it's time to ride Make it sweat till it slide Do your thing like it's justified Tease me a little It's my turn to take it to the middle Let me palm that thing You got the bomb, I just armed that thing Turn it around girl, I want that thing You had to know the way you flaunt that thing Your body jumpin' Ain't no frontin' when you're provin' somethin' Make eye contact with me Now bring that thing back to me You do your thing so naturally I think I'm in love actually Come on, move Somethin' Come on, prove Somethin' Come on, move Somethin' LL N.O. Joe, hit me baby It's hot, little boy Definition