I Know You Want Me

Yeah!
Poetry in motion
One take, daddy
This is how we do it in person, man
Ladies and gentleman!
You are now tuned in to the very best
Jazze Phizzel
Jazze Pha - that is for all you numb skulls out there
Hey, speakin' of pimpin' - that's my nigga
Young Buck!

[Chorus]
Just hop in my ride
If you want some
We can only get high
If you want some
Gotta open them wide
If you want some
I can see in your eyes that you want some

I know you want me, shawty
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you want me, shawty
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you want me, shawty

[Young Buck]
These hos out here love me
I get it wet
Niggas' old ladies want to fuck me
You should see the shit
I'm nothin' like them other thugs
That eat it quick
Too many niggas in this club
I need a bitch
We park right up in the front
You see the six
I puff some smoke up out my blunt
And pop the Crys
I gotta find me a model
I like 'em thick
I make her hop in my Impala
Go take a trip
Clean off my shoe and pop my collar
I'm rich, bitch
Oh, what, you never seen a balla?
Well, this is it
I make that pussy feel good
Till you tell me quit
And I won't tell nobody that you let me hit
Psych!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
Okay then, shawty, if you ready
Then let's go
Let's take it from the dirty to the East and West Coast
A couple shots of Patron
Let's have a sex show
I got a lot but' baby
You can be my best ho
I see you watchin' a playa
She like my dress code
Rockin' these Cartier's
Drinkin' that X-O
I know a place that we can go
And get low
You wit' a gangsta
You ain't never felt like this before
And if you know that pussy good
Then hit tha floor
Shake that ass like you should
Go get that dough
I'll make you love me if you let me
Fo' real though
See, down here we put Chevy's ridin' real slow
So come on

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
Don't get scared, girl
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Just show me what you got
I said, don't get scared, girl
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Just show me what you got
C'mon, don't get scared, girl
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Just show me what you got
I said, don't get scared, girl
Show me what you got
Just show me what you got
Just show me what you got

[Chorus]

[Jazze Pha]
You are now tuned in to the very best
The very best
Jazze Phizzel productizzel
Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel
Hey, we doin' it real big, man
South squashin', pimpin', and monster makin', man
Jazze Pha and Young Buck
Tennessee connection, man
South Memphis meets Cashville
Ten-a-key
Ten-a-key
We doin' it real big, man
Ten-a-key
Pimpin' USA, baby
Man, it feels like suede, baby
I mean, what do you expect, baby?
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Go on, sing it, boy
You the beautifulest thing here
Don't let 'em stop you

Written By Jackson, Stewart / Quartey, Yolanda / Jones, Matthew / Brown, Daniel / Moore, Daniel

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group