Zoom
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
Yeah, yeah, come on
Uh, you know you a freak
Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak
And now you're skin grinnin, gassed off the chrome rims and
twenty room mansion, I rest my Timb's in
Uhh, I feel it how ya shake it
Rings in ya belly, I can't take it
Toss up your Moet, money make it
Last week frontin, tonight butt naked
I got the flava, make em Zoom-a-zoom
The LL Cool J, (fuck it) give me room
Looked up in my eyes as I lowered the boom
Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uhh
All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
(Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do?
Once again it's on, can't be home
The crime got me in the zone; homies blowin up the celly phone
The world knew I had to come once mo'
And just to let y'all know, I do my thing and still blow
Nuff to burn ten mill' cells, confirmed
The most anticipated since Tyson's return
So come on everybody let's all get down
Cause what we have, is a brand new sound
All the mommies in the house gettin live tonight
They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom)
And all my dogs feel the vibe tonight
They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom)
Say what?
All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
(Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do?
All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
Dre, whatchu wanna do?
Mr. Smith, it's on you, uh
In other words, it's gon' be like that
You young boys is blind, I'm seein them cats
Evolutionary (what?) Revolutionary and legendary
I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry
I'm like a narcotic, niggaz is microscopic
Dr. Dre and Cool J, is the topic
Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic
Them cats is blazin? I don't get it, they cosmetic
If shorty wanna step up? I'll twist his neck up
You can't get no money battling me; that's like ripping your check up
What partna? Take ten paces and turn around
That quick, yo' whole ghost town is burnin down (Woooof!)
What I spit, manipulates whole clicks
Make em conversate on how real niggaz ride my dick
It's like a serum, I just can't hear em
All them new niggaz poppin new shit, I never fear em
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Work and die
Yeah, yeah
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Anton Lamont Hollins, David Wynn, William Randall De Barge, Chris B. Taylor, Andre Romell Young, Aqil Davidson, Pharrell L. Williams, Richard S. Vick Iii, Markell Demont Riley, Eldra P. De Barge, Edward Theodore Riley, Etterlene Jordan, David Porter
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