Preacherman - Party with the Zu lyrics

[Intro: 12 O'Clock] Yeah I wanna date you, huh Missy? Can I date you, date you? Can I go out on a date with you? Can I spoil you? Feed you? Can I go out on a date with you? [Chorus: Preacherman] If you wanna party with the Zu ma Let's get this party started Drunk up in the VIP ma Let's get this party started Back that thing against the wall now Bend down and touch the floor Whoa, never seen a thing shaped like that ma Bend down and touch ya toes [12 O'Clock] Hey s**y, see ya smell so sweet And them thongs you wear shows ya a** cheek You in the club like a freak, and ya job is police So won't you drop it down and touch ya feet? Let's pop some bottles, the kind that burn when you swallow And all ya girlfriends, they lookin' like models Treat us like celebrities from the time that we get out the car to the VIP What you drinkin' ma? See I like what you're wearin' and it's fittin' ya ma See you s**y in appeal, I could picture me ma I got mirrors on my ceil' when I'm hittin' ya ma When I'm hittin' ya ma, dang it... [Chorus] [Buddha Monk] Zu mackin', step up in the club Lookin' for that girl nails done and feed scrubbed Her elegance, got a thug issue We was stuck on the island like Ginger with Phil again Hulk adrenaline, got her a** bendin' Her waist cuffed, better feel, oh Mr. Pelican Zu backward man means under your zucinni Persperation from this dance got that thing stringy Keep it there ma, let me know what you drinkin' Don't stop ma, how many chips before I'm hittin' it? You right there ma, girl I'm not kiddin' Swerve in a Suburban with an a** like Free's [Chorus] [12 O'Clock] Yeah let's take her to the crib, yeah that girl in the pink (Come here) We could s** on the covers of this mink Kitchen table or the bathroom sink What do you think? Don't act like ya sh** don't stink Can you get me somethin' to eat? Chick, I'll buy you a Frank Lemme play with ya hair while ya head down there See I hope that you share, I got my man right here You scared? You like it in the front or the rear? Say yeah [Buddha Monk] Keep it there ma, let me know what you drinkin' Don't stop ma, how many chips before I'm hittin' it? You right there ma, girl I'm not kiddin' Swerve in a Suburban with an a** like Free's Yes, club night, bottle pops, model hops I look at the room right, look at knees right And she's like now (Go down baby) I'm like, "LL, yo slow down baby.. whoa!" [Chorus]