Can't Do It Like Me (feat. Jamie Jay) - Bimbo Jones

Bitches better off leavin' their mans at the hotel waitin' Players drinkin', posted up flingin' out bands That's for them hoes be naked Poppin' pussy, pullin' it, shakin' it Smokin' hot, boilin' pot She got that chocha, that cobra, that clutch-em-up I make 'em wide, I make 'em holler Blow these niggas away now Won't fuck a nigga twice Smokin' ices, rollin' dice Rice and peas on my hips and thighs Python g-string hypnotized Motorboat, motorbike You should be lucky I even acknowledge you You should be lucky I shot you that alley-oop You was just cruisin' the streets, nigga Pretty A.B., them bitches can't do it like me, no way American dream, pussy be peppermint clean, okay You sweatin' that steez, I'm hot like a hundred degrees, okay Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like me Pretty A.B., them bitches can't do it like me, no way American dream, pussy be peppermint clean, okay You sweatin' that steez, I'm hot like a hundred degrees, okay Pretty A.B., y'all bitches can't do it like this Costa bottles, that bougie bae That diva donna, that... Chocolate bombshell, honey glazed She bustin' out of her bustier Rich niggas, what up? Burn them fuckin' hundreds Christian [?] from their pockets Trips to the tropics, I want it I let him spend this paper, but I never lick his lolli He eat my pussy out and sing to me like Champagne Papi La-di-da-di, now who gon' fuckin' stop me? I'm chasin' the buck, I'm pretty That's why niggas got to watch me Woke up in the projects, ended up in Tijuana I had to fill my pockets, had to holla at my gualas Dollars, commas, get it, the whole enchilada Diamond, pesos, papi, comprende, nigga? Papi Shout out to my aquis and all my freaky hotties Bitches gettin' money, smokin' like Selassi Let me rub them hundreds all over your body Mami Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like me Y'all bitches can't do it like me Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like me Y'all bitches can't do it like this Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like uh Y'all bitches can't do it like this

This your boy Dlow, Bop King And I'm about to get with something new for ya'll You know everybody dance and do their thing, but this that bet you can't do it like me challenge Ooh, oh Ah, ah Hey, hey, turn up Oh, oh Ah, ah Hey, hey, turn up Oh, oh Ah, ah Hey, hey, turn up Oh, oh Ah, ah Hey, hey, turn up Bet you can't Whip like me Can't Milly Rock like me Can't sexy walk like me Can't Hit The Quan like me, aye Bet you can't drop like me Can't Hit The Folks like me Can't Nae Nae like me Can't Dlow Shuffle like me Like Nope bet you can't do it like me Bet you can't do it like me Nope bet you can't do it like me Bet you can't do it like me Nope bet you can't do it like me Bet you can't do it like me Put your right leg up, left leg up Sit down like your sitting on the steps Look to the left, look to the right Look back at the booty and stare Now twerk, twerk Now twerk, twerk Now twerk, twerk Now twerk, twerk I can't take myself when I step up on the scene And all these haters joking cos' they know my swag be mean I can do it by myself or I can do it with my team But when I'm with my brothers we just hit that dream team Now dream team, dream team, dream team I'm like what these haters mean Dream team, dream team, dream team I'm like what these haters mean Double tap to the right, double tap to the left Swing your arms three times Do your dance, Do your dance Switch to the other side Bunny hop to the right, Bunny hop to the left Pull to the right two times Look to the left Feel on your chest Now gone break it down, aye Gone break it down, aye Gone break it down, aye Gone break it down I say gone break it down, aye Gone break it down, aye Gone break it down, aye Gone break it down I say gone break it down I've been flexing since a youngin' I keep money in my pocket I've been all around the world See them haters they need to stop it Milly rock my bands I just put in the coffin But I don't like to swerve You can watch me Hit The Dolphin Oh, oh Ah, ah, Hey, hey, turn up Oh, oh Ah, ah Hey, hey, turn up Oh, oh Ah, ah Hey, hey, turn up Oh, oh Ah, ah Hey, hey, turn up

You know what, I'mma make it do what it do baby I'mma make it do what it do baby Now baby I just wanna take your freakin' clothes off Kiss your body while I take your freakin' clothes off Leave them heels on while I take your clothes off Leave them lights on, let me see you go off Ooh, baby that's my body callin' your name Ooh, and baby that's your body doin' the same So act right, don't show me, back it up, now put it on me Act right, don't show me, back it up, now put it on me Now what you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up Now what you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up Now baby holla at me tell me what you're missin' I can put in work from every position From the kitchen table To the bedroom floor Ooh, baby that's my body callin' your name Ooh, and baby that's your body doin' the same So act right, don't show me, back it up, now put it on me Act right, don't show me, back it up, now put it on me Now what you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up Now what you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up Your body, your body's shown no singing baby Show me how you use it girl, we gonna pop some champagne Listen to some music, so baby make the music loud And once we get our clothes off, wrap your legs around my shoulders And it's gonna be just like I told you baby I'm gonna work you over What you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up What you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight

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(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby