Do It To It

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (yeah, A-Town, yeah)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Sean Paul, from that YoungBloodZ wit'h my homegirls Cherish)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (yeah, A-Town, yeah)
Ay, ay, ay (yo, Vito, you got you one here playa)

Step out the Caddy Deville, it's on a base of steel
Them boys checkin' us out, know when we dress to kill
Struttin' the club, it's dark, but still got my shades on
I hear the DJ mixin' YoungBloodZ to that Whisper Song

We from the city that made it okay to (ay, ay, ay, ay)
To make clubbin' a year-round holiday
So if ya feelin' right, grab the kryptonite
If this yo' song tonight, then it's on tonight (ay, ay, ay, ay)

Bounce wit' it, drop wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, snap wit' It
All my ladies pop ya backs wit' it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it
Bounce wit' it, drop wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, snap wit' it
All my fellas tip ya hats wit' it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

No need to ask where I'm from, you already know
I represent the "A" from my head to my toes
Step on the dance floor, watch and learn, 'cause here I go
I throw my hands up and work my body to the flow

We from the city that made it okay to (ay, ay, ay, ay)
To make clubbin' a year-round holiday
So if ya feelin' right, grab the kryptonite
If this yo' song tonight, then it's on tonight

Bounce wit' it, drop wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, snap wit' It
All my ladies pop ya backs wit' it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bounce wit' it, drop wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, snap wit' it
All my fellas tip ya hats wit' it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it (ay, ay, ay, ay)

What's up, cu-cuz? (What's up, cu-cuz?)
What's up, fo-folk? (What's up, fo-folk?)
I lean, I rock (I lean, I rock)
I drink, I smoke (I drink, I smoke)
Might snap my fingers (might snap my fingers)
Might clap my hands (might clap my hands)
Don't get it twisted, pimpin' this a hood dance (hood dance)

Throw up ya hood, man (man)
Roll up some good, man (man)
They hatin' 'cause they can't do it, do it, do it, man
I'm ridin' good, man (man)
We grippin' wood, man (man)
I'm in the club, ten grand in the rubber band (band)
Damn right, I'm crunk (I'm crunk)

Damn right, I'm clean (I'm clean)
They got that rock (that rock)
We got that lean (that lean)
We make a pool palace (palace)
I make your shoulder lean (shoulder lean)
And I'ma show it (show it)
Nah mean?

Bounce wit' it, drop wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, snap wit' It
All my ladies pop ya backs wit' it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it
Bounce wit' it, drop wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, snap wit' it
All my fellas tip ya hats wit' it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

Bounce wit' it, drop wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, snap wit' It
All my ladies pop ya backs wit' it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it
Bounce wit' it, drop wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, snap wit' it
All my fellas tip ya hats wit' it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Richard, John Williams, Sean Paul Joseph, Farrah King, Neosha King
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