Taste of Dis

Lyrics

(Vamp:) I'm gettin' off about six I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious Hitting up a party without a care I told my girls, "I'll meet ya there!" (Verse 1:) Tell me what sitting at home has done for you lately Pick up your rump, shake a leg, bounce to the beat Don't know why your posted up on your feet 'Cause it's so hot in here I know you can feel the heat (Pre Hook:) I'm feeling good I'm looking good I'm pedicured I think I'm ready We're the fliest chicks Up in the spot From coast to coast We hold it down fa sho (Hook:) My money, my hair, my nails fixed My walk, my clothes, my limp My girls, no man, don't need shit And I can tell you want a taste of this You wanna taste of this You wanna taste of this I can tell you really wanna taste of this (Bridge:) (Better get on up) I'ma make you dance Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands I'm fin to make you dance This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants I know you wanna taste of this I can read your mind I can read your lips (Verse 2:) The party so packed people standing out in the streets The guys are checkin' me out Even the girls are lookin' I'm not getting off the floor till I feel the burn in me Just might take a fella home If he knows how to work that thang (Pre Hook:) I'm feeling good I'm looking good I'm pedicured I think I'm ready We're the fliest chicks Up in the spot From coast to coast We hold it down fa sho (Hook:) My money, my hair, my nails fixed My walk, my clothes, my limp My girls, no man, don't need shit And I can tell you want a taste of this You wanna taste of this You wanna taste of this I can tell you really wanna taste of this (Bridge:) (Better get on up) I'ma make you dance Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands I'm fin to make you dance This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants I know you wanna taste of this I can read your mind I can read your lips (Breakdown 1:) DJ! I want everybody on the floor Dance till you can't take no more (Vamp:) I'm gettin' off about six I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious Hitting up a party without a care I told my girls, "I'll meet ya there!" (Breakdown 2:) You gone step Step wit me come on You gone step Step wit me come on It's like left right left It's like left right left Now slide-slide-slide-slide It's like left right left It's like left right left Now dip-dip-dip baby DIP! I know you wanna taste of this I can read your mind I can read your lips (Hook:) My money, my hair, my nails fixed My walk, my clothes, my limp My girls, no man, don't need shit And I can tell you want a taste of this U wanna taste of this U wanna taste of this I can tell you really wanna taste of dis (Pre Hook:) I'm feeling good I'm looking good I'm pedicured I think I'm ready We're the fliest chicks Up in the spot From coast to coast We hold it down fa sho'