Badaboom

Yeah, yeah, yeah (it's B2K)
It's B2K y'all
Welcome ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh, uh)
Yes, to the You Got Served Soundtrack (Street Family)
Yeah, we 'bout to do this
You know how we get down
Oh yeah, you know that
Come on, Omarion, hit 'em wit' it

Like whoa, you know
Girl, you're the star of my show
In this club, poppin' bub
The way you shakin' deservin' some dubs
Turn around, make it bounce
Shake it like you come from out of town
What's your name, what's your sign
Girl, you leavin' with me tonight

Mami shake it like you care for me
You know I like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami, I'm just tryna get you in my room
And see that big badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you care for me
You know I like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami, I'm just tryna get you in my room
And see that big badabing go badaboom

This one, I seen
Couldn't believe the ass in them jeans
To myself, had to think
Any room for me up in them jeans
Ghetto star, you are
Eat you up like a chocolate bar
What's your name, what's your sign?
Goddamn, you got me weeping inside, oh

Mami shake it like you care for me (shake it)
You know I like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami, I'm just tryna get you in my room (uh-huh)
And see that big badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you care for me (yeah, uh, yeah)
You know I like it when you do that little dance for me (uh, what? Uh, c'mon, what?)
Mami, I'm just tryna get you in my room (what?)
And see that big badabing go badaboom

I wanna see ya badabing go badaboom (uh)
And my house got a wing with a lotta rooms (uh)
I can do a lotta things, get you hot as June (uh)
I wanna watch ya body swing to the hottest grooves (whoo!)
I'm tryna slide behind it, when you throw it 'round (uh-huh)
So, I can ride and grind it, when you slow it down (uh-huh)
Bring it from the top, then take it to the bottom (whoo!)
I'm clingin' to ya top, tryna make it to ya (oh)

The way you move is fab-o-losa (uh)
It makes me wanna grab you closer (uh)
You know I like it when ya (bounce, bounce)
Throw ya hands up and ya (bounce, bounce)
I don't back down, when I'm pressin' ya (yeah)
I'm finna lay the smack down like the wrestler (yeah)
But nobody get it to poppin' like this man can (uh-uh)
Have them girls, get it to poppin' on a handstand
Ghetto

Mami shake it like you care for me
You know I like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami, I'm just tryna get you in my room
And see that big badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you care for me
You know I like it when you do that little dance for me (shake it, baby)
Mami, I'm just tryna get you in my room
And see that big badabing go badaboom

Mami shake it like you care for me
You know I like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami, I'm just tryna get you in my room
And see that big badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you care for me (yeah)
You know I like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami, I'm just tryna get you in my room
And see that big badabing go badaboom (I'm just tryna get you in my room)

Say, la-la-la-la-la
B2K, Fab
T-Scott
Oh yeah, Chris Stoke, I see you, boy (say, la-la-la-la-la)
And oh yeah, Dave Mack
Let's do this again, yeah (whoo!)
T.U.G
Hmm-mm, badaboom

A'ight c'mon



Credits
Writer(s): Milo Stokes, John Jackson, Marques Houston, Tony Oliver
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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