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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
50 Cent
Stimme und Gesang
Lloyd Banks
Stimme und Gesang
Young Buck
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter:in
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter:in
David Brown
Songwriter:in
Dorsey Wesley
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Megahertz
Produzent:in
Carlisle Young
Mischtechniker:in
Sha Money XL
Mischtechniker:in
Max Heyes
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
G-Unit
Baby, you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby, you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thing
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl, shake that thing
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
[Verse 2]
Baby, you got hips that hypnotize
When you walk, I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake
Baby, you got lips that make a **** fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
Baby, you got some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
Baby, you got my imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[Verse 3]
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky when I talk? Switch the slang
Hard to tell a **** from New York
Shorty, come out on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage you
Unlimited tongue action till you're climaxing
Foreplay, you could have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, you're jiggling, baby
Back shots to have your whole bed wiggling crazy
After sipping on Night Train, that potent pipe game
I have you saying, slow down, baby
[Verse 4]
Baby, you got hips that hypnotize
When you walk, I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake
Baby, you got lips that make a **** fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
Baby, you got some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
Baby, you got my imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[Verse 5]
Baby, it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl, the way you strut and dressed in your fine Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany and Co, Norma Kamali footwear
I spend G's, I'm a G, that's a good look, girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose will make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell 'em, you're my boo, and show 'em your tattoo
Ooh, don't hurt nobody, baby
When you drop to the ground, that drive me crazy
I done been around the world and I finally found you
Now back that ass up and lemme get behind you
[Verse 6]
Baby, you got hips that hypnotize
When you walk, I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake
Baby, you got lips that make a **** fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
Baby, you got some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
Baby, you got my imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[Verse 7]
Baby, you got a hell of a first impression
Making me want to ask you a personal question
Like, are you flexible and how do you like it?
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
'Cause we can exit soon as you give the okay
You got a body like the cold ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, this blue drink tastes good, don't it?
Sure it does, now have some more
I'm deep, but she got her ladies with her
So bring 'em, I'll call you a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplating how my time's spent
'Cause I'm bent and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club
[Verse 8]
Baby, you got hips that hypnotize
When you walk, I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake
Baby, you got lips that make a **** fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
Baby, you got some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
Baby, you got my imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
Written by: Christopher Lloyd, Curtis Jackson, David Brown, Dorsey Wesley