Terror Squad - U Know What's Up (Rap Remix) lyrics

* Not sure on Terror Squad members, please e-mail [Xzibit] X to the Z, huh, c'mon I ain't the type that catches the most of your feelings Plus your s**ual healing is very appealing, I'm ready and willing Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up You will find every desire when the X man touch She said she like them rough and I was right up her alley Drop the top, hit the switch, bounce the trial Got it together, kind of women I keep 'em forever Here's a trip, how your skin tone is matching my leather Yeah, your friends player hate and said you can do better You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever You know what's up with the long braids and Hennesey breath I love ya to d**h, relaxing with your head on my chest It's like [Donell Jones] (Xzibit) Ooh say what, say what, say what (Yeah, say what, say what, say what) Ooh girl you know what's up (Yeah, girl you know what's up) Ooh say what, say what, say what (It's like, say what, say what, say what, bring it, yeah) Ooh girl you know what's up (Girl, you know what's up, c'mon) [Donell Jones] Hit the block with the system bumpin' All the fly ladies start jockin' Got the rims on the Benzo glossin' While stopped on the road, we flossin' That's the way that we flow Smoked up with the tint down low Cuz you and your girls wanna go Pimp-house suite with me and some mo' [?] So, what's it gon' be? You gon' roll wit' me? C'mon, take a lil' trip down and blow wit' me I got a few chips, you could blow wit' me Oh, and I got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me Yo, shorty, if you drive, I let you push the five We could take a ride, sh**, it's nice outside I figure we could cruise, kick it and hit the spot Call Donell cuz he got mad pull at the Mariot, yeah [Donell Jones] Ooh say what, say what, say what Ooh girl you know what's up Ooh say what, say what, say what Ooh girl you know what's up I'm checkin' out you and your ladies Twenty-ones on the drop top Mercedes You down the block lookin' faded n***as be all talk but they just hate playin' I'm feelin' you cuz you look lovely Watchin' your body in the back, from the bubbly Checkin' down your neck real slow If you don't wanna tell, keep it on the low [Pharoahe Monch] It was all too prevalent The evidence was that she can't f** you Miss you like she miss the rain, boo Black gange, you represent me like the girls with bangoos Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot sh** Beat you the way dick tangle Oh, and when we, we let me untangle at the strangler Back off tour, rest a**ure Then we can get it on like dogs on all fours On the floor, say what? [Donell Jones] (Pharoah Monch) {Cuban Link} Ooh say what, say what, say what (Pharoah Monch in the house, you get out) Ooh girl you know what's up (Ladies, rub on your titties) {Cuban Link, what} Ooh say what, say what, say what (Pharoah Monch in the house, you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad, baby} Ooh girl you know what's up (Ladies, rub on your titties) [Fat Joe] Yo, who that cat that rap the Bronx crazy? Fat motherf**er but still the broads chase me That never taste the pastry (Naw, my man lace me) But ask yourself what has he really done lately? See, I'm the type that take ya to new heights First-cla** flight to the Trinidad fights Ya ice be bling-blinging in all the pretty bright lights Front row, right besides where she see the fight [Cuban Link] Yo, you know what's up, I'm from the rugged to so pretty to f** it Love it when honeys rub my stomach and play with my little puppet Ain't no kissing or hugging in public, b**hes be buggin' I got it covered in shows, I give my hoes some Jim jugget I be clubbin' up in Jimmy's Cafe, just havin' fun If I ain't rubbin', I'm up in the VIP bookin' something With a gun in my waist just in case n***as be frontin' I'm just playin' it safe, these days I trust nuttin' That's what's up [Donell Jones] I got 'em all in head boys rockin' Second round and it no stoppin' Got it up with the Cristal poppin' Up and down with your body hoppin' baby Girl you know you got me buggin' Third round, it's about to get ugly She's puttin' on a show Talkin' no more, she's doin' a video [?] She said, "Whoa, say what, say what" Shush up then touch her from gut to bu*t Keep it hush, keep it, ?lick it up from trust? She loves this thrust, say what, say what Wanna kiss her, flip her, lick her With her sh**'s thicker, steppin' off my slippers Unzippin' my zippers quicker Penny-rate or the ripper Split up, skinny-dippin' Punanny, nanny, dun-daddah So what, you thicka n***a [Donell Jones] (Cuban Link) Ooh say what, say what, say what (Uh, baby, dime lo que quiere) Ooh girl you know what's up (Yeah, dime que tu necesita) Ooh say what, say what, say what (Are you ready to get sweaty?) Ooh girl you know what's up (Yeah, cuz the rythm's gon' freak ya) Ooh say what, say what, say what (Uh, baby, dime lo que quiere) Ooh girl you know what's up (Yeah, dime que tu necesita) Ooh say what, say what, say what (Are you ready to get sweaty?) Ooh girl you know what's up (Yeah, cuz the rythm's gon' freak ya) Ooh say what, say what, say what (Terror Squad, baby) Ooh girl you know what's up Ooh say what, say what, say what