T.I. - UP! (Remix) lyrics

[50 Cent] Bay Area! From the front to the back, from the left to the right side, we worldwide From the East to the West side, get it girl, that's right, let's ride She ain't gotta tell me she want it, she know I know that she with it She moan and groan when I get it, she tell me lick it, I did it She's a s**y thing Enough to make a n***a go crazy man, do crazy things We get to talkin' and touchin', we get to lickin' and stickin' Now, now you know what we doing, when you're around and we missin' We go through perfect positions, we get it poppin', now listen Too much pleasure to measure, she got the power to beat it Make her wanna give it to me in that major way Jack pot, jump shot, how a n***a fade away I mean way away, I be on that elite sh** That HBK, heartbreak kid freak sh** [Hook] I beat the p**y up, up, up, up, up, up, up (x4) [Young Jeezy] I'ma 'bout to call your b**h, cause she's scandalous I'm a pro with the wood, these n***as amateurs Make her bust a few times when I come through You can smoke a blunt and kick it like Kung Fu Goin' crazy on this p**y, on your nut too You done got 3 or 4, I'm tryna nut too She talk that sh** she got a awful mouth n***a hit her one time at the waffle house Right up in the IHOP But it definitely wasn't my spot Look at all these b**hes, where the bad ones at? You know I hate a mad ho, where the glad ones at? I'm tryna dick some women when the club close Look at Jizzle, got the phantom full of club hoes Yeah, Jizzle in his baseball cap 'Bout to beat the p**y up, n***a baseball bat [Hook] (x4) [T.I.] Beat that p**y up, jab, jab, right hook Send her home to her man, let 'em watch The Notebook Shorty wanna hang, I'm a coat hook Split that thing down the middle of the roll up Shown up, Gucci down to the shoe lace Hundred carats in the chain, no fugaise Hoes still sweat a n***a on a cool day Them other s**er n***as fake as April Fool's Day And a rich n***a gotta pay, that(s) what you say I got b**hes from the bay to the UK Thick with it, p**y sweet like Kool-Aid Run abroad, then I let her bust two straight No suitcase on the PJ runway Me plus two, thats a G4 three way I give her man a hard time He gotta soft six and I gotta hard nine [Hook] (x4)