B-52's, The - Butterbean lyrics

(feat. H.A.W.K., Big T)

[Mr. 3-2]

Let's get it started get it popping, g-strings get to dropping

Go on work your money maker, let me see that ass dropping

These broads be bopping, when they see me on dubs

Pulling up big body, valeting at the club

What it is what it was, pimping what it's gon be

Some dranks and conversation, now she going home with me

It's extasy, Mr. 3 to the 2 that's right

Skip this club that you at, and put this thug in your life

Tonight is the night, girl call it like you want it

Now boss it I'ma flip it, I'm all up on it

Some'ing petite, sexy and sweet but pretty sweet

I like 'em jazzy, classy and nasty under the sheets

A dog in heat, and we can do it all night long

While I get it and fit it, up in it like a thong

Wrong or right, do what you like you call it

It's your world, so go on get it started

[Hook: Big T]

Tonight's the night, leave the club with hype

To have a freaky party

Put a thug in your life, we could do it all night

Get crunk, let's get it started

(do what you like, baby shake it let me see the merchandise

Mama what you working with between the thighs

Looking like you can do it all night, that's right)

[H.A.W.K.]

Do what you like

Shake that ass, to the left and to the right

Only like it, if the pussy is tight

When you sucking, make sure you don't bite girl that's right

And tonight is the night, I'm gon freak with all you hoes

Get naked, go on take off your clothes

You going home, with no panty hose

That's the way it goes

Real playas get chose

Open your legs, and watch the pussy get drove

Got you hotter, than a motherfucking stove

You nibbling all, on my ear lobe

Bout to explode, I keep hitting hard

Have my penis, touching your spinal cord

Got you hotter, and screaming oh Lord

My game is sharper than a sword

I really don't bar, tonight is the night

[Hook]

[Mr. 3-2]

Now let's do it get to it, I ain't fin to play wit ya

Put it on video, and I'ma snap a couple pictures

For my partnas on lock, ass and titties and your cot

This freaky dude don't stop, busting nuts in her mouth

Governor of the South, I done told you that

Breaking in a broad back, call me the Fat Mack

Big pimp hoe layer, and I never ever pay her

My number one rule, is the game ain't fair

A yelling nigga with long hair, it ain't all about fucking

Plus I'm all about my money, a bitch can't tell me nothing

Bachelor for life, will I ever take a wife

Thug forever, steady trying to get my shit right

With a packet full of ice, and a piece that's clean and

Yellows carnails, and sweet Lac broads fiending

Steady juting scheming, all on the telly

And I'm working it well, that's what all of 'em tell me

[Hook]