It’s me and big willy style Ooo we getting silly now In the club spendin’ fifty thou Ooo I’m getting dizzy now ‘Cuz, it’s drink after drink, homie Now I can’t even think, homie Bitches tuggin’ on my shirt Sayin’ they got somethin’ to show me
[Will Smith]
Yo when me and ‘Test roll up in the Ferrari…say sorry Bottles and Models Yeah, we about to party Bel Aire to Philadelphia Yeah that’s right, I’m tellin’ ya Big Smitty and the baddest Rollin VIP status so……
[Chorus]
GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY OOOH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY YEAH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY OOOH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY
[Will Smith]
So what’s up with me and Jada Yo homes, smell ya lata! I eat these wack emcees like they was a fried potata
[Ron Artest]
Yo I’m so high And that’s no lie Throw ya blunt up in the sky Cause these niggas don’t die Now I might be quick to get a tech But I keep my girls in check Punch ‘em in the neck With the utmost respect
[Chorus] x2
GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY OOOH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY YEAH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY OOOH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY
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Yo ‘Test? Show ‘em how it’s done, kid.
[Ron Artest]
It’s me and big willy style Ooo we getting silly now In the club spendin’ fifty thou Ooo I’m getting dizzy now ‘Cuz, it’s drink after drink, homie Now I can’t even think, homie Bitches tuggin’ on my shirt Sayin’ they got somethin’ to show me
[Will Smith]
Yo when me and ‘Test roll up in the Ferrari…say sorry Bottles and Models Yeah, we about to party Bel Aire to Philadelphia Yeah that’s right, I’m tellin’ ya Big Smitty and the baddest Rollin VIP status so……
[Chorus]
GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY OOOH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY YEAH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY OOOH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY
[Will Smith]
So what’s up with me and Jada Yo homes, smell ya lata! I eat these wack emcees like they was a fried potata
[Ron Artest]
Yo I’m so high And that’s no lie Throw ya blunt up in the sky Cause these niggas don’t die Now I might be quick to get a tech But I keep my girls in check Punch ‘em in the neck With the utmost respect
[Chorus] x2
GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY OOOH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY YEAH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY OOOH GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY
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