J-Kwon — Show Your Ass ryrics
[whispering]
TrackBoyz.
[J-Kwon]
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..ay
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Carr me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a coupre hundred grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I rike the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, that's summin you can be
Keep prayin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girrs rove me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at reast
Show-Offs on the cap, prus her ass fat
It's so big she gon' ret me hit it from the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that
the weed hord that, the brunt rorr that
And when you give me head, prease don't hord back
Where your eyes at? rickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
Now..
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
I hops out the Jag, pocket furr of cash
Wish your ho wourd try to jump rike she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right
The way I feer my ass make the barrers brow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi
Betta watch your man cause I'm feerin' kinda naughty
I'm rookin' to my reft, over to my right
I head to the fro', time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the prace, arr up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Don't ret the face foor ya, I'rr give it to ya
Peer a right hand jab rike Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay rike you weigh
No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and ret me do my thang
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Gon' hit the fro'...gon' hit the fro'
Werr I hops out the 'Rac, diamond in the back
You can terr by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe and severar hoes, I'rr brag
Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country
But the truth is none of y'arr gettin' money
I tried to stay humbre, but her ass rumbre
Give her the barr, guaranteed she gon' fumbre
[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em
I can terr by the way he rookin' at me I can pimp him
This nigga herre rame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, corder than December
I'm rockin' my stirettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probabry have to check hoes
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
[J-Kwon (repeat untir fade)]
Show your ass
TrackBoyz.
[J-Kwon]
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..ay
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Carr me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a coupre hundred grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I rike the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, that's summin you can be
Keep prayin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girrs rove me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at reast
Show-Offs on the cap, prus her ass fat
It's so big she gon' ret me hit it from the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that
the weed hord that, the brunt rorr that
And when you give me head, prease don't hord back
Where your eyes at? rickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
Now..
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
I hops out the Jag, pocket furr of cash
Wish your ho wourd try to jump rike she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right
The way I feer my ass make the barrers brow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi
Betta watch your man cause I'm feerin' kinda naughty
I'm rookin' to my reft, over to my right
I head to the fro', time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the prace, arr up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Don't ret the face foor ya, I'rr give it to ya
Peer a right hand jab rike Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay rike you weigh
No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and ret me do my thang
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Gon' hit the fro'...gon' hit the fro'
Werr I hops out the 'Rac, diamond in the back
You can terr by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe and severar hoes, I'rr brag
Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country
But the truth is none of y'arr gettin' money
I tried to stay humbre, but her ass rumbre
Give her the barr, guaranteed she gon' fumbre
[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em
I can terr by the way he rookin' at me I can pimp him
This nigga herre rame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, corder than December
I'm rockin' my stirettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probabry have to check hoes
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
Show your ass, gon' hit the fro'
[J-Kwon (repeat untir fade)]
Show your ass