Take It Off

[Ver 1:]
Take off your shoes
Make you dance in your socks
For blocks
Nigga be dippin a million
What hot!
Better pause and take a look
There's a whole lot of whores
Run up in a storm
Bitch a try to take you for yours for sure.

Word up yo!
And just get what you can
Catch it so just play it on a record
And take it off until you ass naked.

Word to mother
Shorty stack like a horse
Pushin a force
Lookin to floss
Diana Ross.

Flow better
One of the biggest seller
Tell me what ever
Wether a nigga stack mozzarella.

I'm a get ya
I ain't comin with ya
Hit ya
With another scripture
That will really split ya
Make sure the fact you wack
And we don't need none of that
Keepin it movin
Now tell me where my nigga's is at?

Yo from here to Brook
Nigga's is shook look
I make you sing the hawk
Shake your ass
Wiggle your foot
I make you.

[Chorus:]
TAKE IT OFF
Shit so hot we make you
TAKE IT OFF
Give me what you got nigga
TAKE IT OFF
And we hit the right spot baby
TAKE IT OFF
And everybody if you with me just
TAKE IT OFF
Shit so hot we make you
TAKE IT OFF
Give me what you got nigga
TAKE IT OFF
And when I hit the right spot baby
TAKE IT OFF
And if you with me everybody just
TAKE IT OFF.

[Ver 2:]
Wiggle and bounce baby
More to the ounce baby
That's what I be about baby
Give me a shout baby
All up in your body
Whipping the mazorati
Through the city
With one of my hottie
I'm on my way to the party
Meet with my nigga Marty
And little and Colie Scotti
Sippin Baccardi
'Till you know we whylin up everybody
Whip about to cause
All in the jam
Nigga's whylin out at the bar
(OHH)
We keep it movin
(OHH)
Every time yo (ooh)
Shit that make your DJ
Spin it back 4 times yo
Let it rain and let it drizzles
Heat in the club be makin you sizzle
All of the bitches right in the middle
(WORD UP)
I make yall nigga's smooth
Making you sweat
Making you get busy
Got yall nigga's loosin your breath
So I started working this way
Pass the sting rays
See me Kunta Kintai
Check the way me ringai.

Hey Mister DJ
Hit with a replay
Check it
Hey why you all in my face
Give me some leeway
Got you doin' what we say
Other nigga's racin
And whylin all on a freeway
Rushin to get in a club
And get all up in the place
Get inside and see FLIPMODE in your face
(ooh)
Now let me take you nigga's straight to the point
Now get the party
Radio be still bangin my joint
Turn it up a little while I make you.

[Chorus]