feat. Petey Pablo
  
   C'mon
   Yeah Yeah Yeah
   Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
   Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
   Start an earthquake
  
   [Verse 1: Petey]
   I want them 3, to come up here wit me
   So I can put em where they 'pose to be
   One at the head, one in the middle
   and one down by my feet, she keep ticklin me
   Neighbors bangin on the wall cause we over here
   disturbin the peace, baby be easy
   Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off
   all tha sheets, don't worry we don't need em
   A couple hours in the session we done been
   through bout four CDs (about four CDs)
   Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci
   (They love Jodeci)
   By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks
   (yeah I'm gone need em)
   Cuz these hoes go vibratin in they coochie
  
   [Chorus 1: 2x]
   I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
   I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
  
   [Chorus 2: 2x]
   Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
   Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
   Start an earthquake
  
   [Verse 2: Rasheeda]
   Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro
   Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow
   Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual
   Make a nigga wanna eat it like a vegetable
   When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll
   Round here we gangstered out, this aint no titty bar
   we let it all hang out
   Break bread till the song played out, show that nigga what a real bitch bout
   These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon
   But they all played out like the thong song
   Get ya money gul, show em what you really bout
   Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south
  
   [Both Choruses]
  
   [Verse 3: Petey]
   I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow
   Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her
   Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there
   When I move you move, just like that
   Just as show as yo ass is fat, there's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac
   Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven
   At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex
   I aint met a bitch yet (and yeah) that I couldn't have
   All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am
   Pull up to the side and get away from them
   Doom, Doom, Doom
  
   [Both Choruses]
  
   [Chorus 2] - 2X