Vibrate

Lyrics

[Intro: Petey Pablo & Rasheeda] Come on Yeah, yeah, yeah Make that ass vibrate (Yeah) Make that ass vibrate (Yeah) Make that ass vibrate (Yeah) Shake that shit 'til you start an earthquake (Yeah) [Verse 1: Petey Pablo] I want them three to come up here wit' me So I can put em where they 'posed 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 the 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, I look, I think I need a couple cans of energy drinks (Yeah, I'm gone need em) 'Cause these hoes got somethin' vibratin' in they coochie (Zzzz) [Chorus: Petey Pablo] I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' [Post-Chorus: Rasheeda & Petey Pablo] (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate Shake that shit 'til you start an earthquake (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate Shake that shit 'til you start an earthquake [Verse 2: Rasheeda] Bend over and touch ya toes Blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro' (Yeah) 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 ain't no titty bar, we let it all hang out (Hang out) Break bread 'til the song played out (Yeah) Show that nigga what a real bitch 'bout (Yeah) These cats think they pimpin' like Don Juon (Don Juon) But they all played out like the "Thong Song" Get ya money, girl, show 'em what you really 'bout (Yeah) Rasheeda reppin' fo' the ladies in the South, ayy [Chorus: Petey Pablo] I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' [Post-Chorus: Rasheeda & Petey Pablo] (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate Shake that shit 'til you start an earthquake (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate Shake that shit 'til you start an earthquake [Verse 3: Petey Pablo, Both] I can fuck any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow (Yeah) 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 (On a Cadillac) Like spinners, sittin' on a sixty-seven At the car show bumpin' Funk Master Flex I ain't met a bitch yet, and yeah, that I can't have All I gotta do is tell a ho who I am Pull up to the side and get away from them Dum, dum, dum [Chorus: Petey Pablo] I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' I like the way yo ass be vibratin' [Post-Chorus: Rasheeda & Petey Pablo] (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate Shake that shit 'til you start an earthquake (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate (Ayy, ayy) Make that ass vibrate Shake that shit 'til you start an earthquake