it, baby, get it (Work) Do it, baby, do it, do it, baby, get it (Put it in) Check it, baby, get it, baby, check it, baby, get it (Work) Do it, baby,
it (work) Do it baby d-do it, d-do it do it (put it in) Check it baby, get it baby, check it baby get it (work) Do it baby d-do it, d-do it baby get
love when you put it right there oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Yeah Do we know how to like it? You got that got that Put it on you work it You got that
hips and put that ass to work [x4] Put that ass to work, Put, put that ass to work! [repeats] Sexy girl all around the world just shake your hips and put
work it up on the floor If you're a criminal kill it on the floor Steal it quick on the floor On the floor Don't stop keep it moving put your drinks up It
it, I got it If I ain't got it I can get it (get it) When you get it and serve it to the fiends they gon feel it (feel it) I don't be a dawg nigga, I
shake it like a dog Wobble on the wall Twurk it how she twurk it While she work it, girl ya body picture perfect Uh bend it over fa me, let me tickle
it down Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise It's going down, it's going dizzle, it
B.G. do for fun It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum When it come down to one-eight-seven I don't play When it come down to you or me
trouble with me If you want it, believe I ain't gon' hesitate to bring it I'll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it (Hook-2x [B.G.])
of your kids and clock your own cheddar [B.G.] I keep it real I keep it real And if you're real you feel what I feel I keep it real I keep it real And
gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry [B.G. {talking underneath hook}] (?????) - fuck it Someone gotta handle that Checkmate, nigga [B.G.] Nigga done crept down and put
all day without runnin' and duckin' And everybody drugs raw - they don't cut it with nothin' [B.G.] It ain't mine - I just gotta get it how I live Can
paper chasin that green Chorus: Juvenile There once was a nigga and his name was Turk He always shot balled and he put in his work Until one dy he was
drank My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin yo nose I'm the freak of the click Keep it
when my nigga come home I can put him on his feet Cuz I'm straight till the one put the drop on me Run it through the one and only staller It's a young
future If Ya talk stupid playa hatin' Im a mute ya I'm gonna struggle till I make it sustle till I make it I know I'm gonna make it because I'm Tru
L Go off Verse 3: B.G. Bitch I gots to have it Nigga up it And if you don't release it Then my gat I'm going to have to pluck it Fuck it Its time to