Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook
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Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin` at my body I bet you thinkin` `bout it
Don`t you wanna know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain`t the only brother
Tryin` to get up under my skirt now

Rockin` all your hot s**t, stuntin`
Thinkin` that you`re God`s gift to woman
More like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don`t bother me

I got my hair in a pony tail and they on me
Trust me I can get `em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I make `em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, don`t make me

Tell you baby, daddy he ain`t holding the weight
`Cause he got the cake and no knife
Ain`t nobody cuttin` so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you don`t know my face now, got it
Lookin` at me from the waste down, stop it
Said I`mma hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you feel better

I got my hair in a pony tail and they on me
Trust me I can get `em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I make `em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don`t make me hit you with my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it ya`ll

Said you got a lot of nerve, playing with my feelin`s boy
Do you always speak before you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I`mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it`s on and poppin`
`Cause I think you`re gettin outta pocket
Stop it `fore you make me

Before I make you do what girl, you know you want it
Your body`s nice, but eh you need some Luda on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin` on it, movin` on it
Baby `cause tonight`s the night
For you to rock up on the mic `cause I rocks the mic

It`s Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away with your clothes
Then come here and let Luda give that body a rub
`Cause damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how them southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I might spike it
Party in my Babs and yes your invited
So we can make a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in your best dream

Girl, I think you know you`re drivin` me crazy
They jinglin` baby, go `head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I think you`s a crook
Let me touch what`s under that
Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don`t make me hit you with my pocketbook