Tha Liks - Best U Can lyrics

We know the f** why y'all really want Why y'all want us, right, right? Let's get it pumped up, pumping, the jump-off to jumping Hey yo I'm looking in your eyes you look a little drinking pumpkin You buzzin'? Oh really, you faded kinda early These my homeboys, introduce your homegirlies What's your name? (Shirley) Well this my nizzle swivel He like the way you pop it, like the way your booty wiggle Why'all bout it? (We bout it) Everybody crowd around it Mouths hit the floor, all my n***as look astounded Dom P? Hell naj, that sh** a waste of money We drink that Cristal, Dom P be tasting funny You a Likqit bunny, and I'm Hugh Hef' After Tash get to mackin', why y'all can have who's left Cause, with this game, Tash legal and all If ain't home, call me back, cause I've been screening my calls All why y'all gotta pause, cause we (we) know (know) What (what) why y'all (y'all) broads (broads) really want [Chorus] You know you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can He's on his way to the club, puffin on a dub He never wait in line, cause he always get love He's drinking it, drinking up, drinking all the time He can't hold it back, he's looking for a dime He say two drinks and the a** is mine She play dudes like him just pa**ing time So they hop inside, the Cadillac The chauffeur drove off, and it never came back She say, "Ay daddy, do you like that?" He say, "Yeah mami, just like that" She say, "You know I never did this before" He say, "Yeah, sure tell me more" Knock on wood grain, the whole hood saying You give good brains, I ain't playing A little champagne, but no damn rain And the next week it was the same damn thing [Chorus: x2] Yo, I know you want me little mama, But tell me what you think about Girls like you drain a motherf**er bank account The cars, the ice, the clothes, the dough All that for sliding down a motherf**ing pole?! I'm state of the art, you still playing your part A n***a like Tash'll make it pump from the start Game pump from my heart like oil through a pipeline You waiting on some chips, you might wait like three lifetimes Mack and Ro, cracking hoes Drop them fat back down to the flow Do it for the dough, professional Make a dude want to blow his whole cash flow (You know you want me mama) I know you want me mama (You want me to be your man) Show me you want me girl Neptunes make it bounce around the world and back Make you do the damn thing, when the club is packed, yeah [Chorus] You know you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can I can tell you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can