Taste It

作词 : Jones, Russell

作曲 : Jones, Russell

Here we go

Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon

Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon

You ready to freak out ladies?

Yeah, soldiers

We 'bout to line it up just right

Check it, watch how we do it

[Verse One]

Make way for the kid to come in girl

And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon)

Every single time we come to drop that

A lot of freaky women react to a mother****er hot track (Lets go)

Then we start to cook up the place

Women watching the mother****er with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face

(C'mon)

Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard

And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!)

Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on

You messing with a mother****er better, stop that shit mama

In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit

The way your ass sit up all on your back

Its like you need to go shop that, see mother****ers would cock that

And definitely won't waste it

And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it)

[Chorus]

B-b-baby tell me why tell me so

I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low

So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it

Baby tell me why tell me so

I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low

So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it

[Verse 2]

Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar

See a chick that kinda look like a star

And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl

I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo]

Wait a sec you know I know a song girl

Me and you and one of your other home girls [echo]

Let me put it down and we started to bone girl

The other had a heat 'I thought ya'll be gettin' along girl?' [echo]

Just put the pep in your step, what's with all the emotional shit

You know we be swingin' a hep

Put it on me like I wouldn't recover

Saying two chicks that was beefin' and touching and feeling each other

Word to mother, now we having a ball

The way we knockin' as the sound of the bed head smackin' the wall

Baby I'm saying I lovin' how you rubbin'

And the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it

Baby I love it, the way you rub it

And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it

[Chorus]

[Hook]

Girl I know you wanna

(Taste it, taste it, taste it)

Yeah I like it the way you always get down and

(Taste it, taste it, taste it)

Ladies! If you want your man to get down and

(Taste it, taste it, taste it)

Just throw your hands in the air, fella's just make it do it too

(Taste it, taste it, taste it)

Now you can both do it

[Verse Three]

Shorty hit me all on the two-way

Tell me to meet her way in the back by the couches up inside the cheetah

Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater

Stay alert and never moving the sleeper

Even though this shit was way off the meter

Couldn't believe her

Shorty buggin' and giving me head in back of the speaker

Now check it, I love the way she step to it and how she's keepin' it basic

And always be ready to taste it

[Chorus]

[Repeat till end (Haah! taste it, taste it, taste it)]