C'mon in VIP baby
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[Chorus]
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
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From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean
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[Verse 1]
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I'm country, she country, we country
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Come closer, it's a free country
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Damn you cute, girl you fine
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Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine
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Don't play no games, I gotta keep it real
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Got the +Magic Stick+ and a gold grill
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Cause thugs need love, girl you know what I mean
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Hold up Allie Mae you gonna work it like that
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Rock the bump and let it wooble from the back
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[Chorus]
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
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From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean
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[Verse 2]
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We play football, no pads, she got the cushion
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I ain't Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding
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Check out that Puerto Rican body, she's a hottie
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I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+
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And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall
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So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs
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And that Latino and Asian mommy
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Make a grown man want to do karate
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And beautiful, black chick with the passions on
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Make every thug in the club wanna sing this song
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[Chorus]
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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[Break]
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Hey don't stop, don't stop
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We can take it the floor, girl show me what you got
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Hey don't stop, don't stop
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You can grab the wall, girl show me what you got
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Hey don't stop, don't stop
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You can grab the pole, girl show me what you got
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Hey don't stop, don't stop
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We can take it from the club, to the parking lot
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Now stop (WHAT!), then roll (HA!)
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Head, shoulders, knees, toes
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[Chorus]
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean
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[Verse 3]
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I'ma No Limit soldier and I love ya boo
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And her and her girl said ([Female voice:] We love you too)
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Halle Berry head, lisa-raye (WOO!)
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Got eight Aston 5, but that's how I prove it
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Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson
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Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto's main attraction
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She wear boots with her jeans like Free
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And homies in the hood wanna 'cuff her like the police
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She so sexy, damn so nasty
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A thug girl, but still so classy
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Sometime she get vicious
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In them P. Miller pads her jeans look bootylicious
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[Chorus]
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans
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Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
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Shake what you got in them jeans
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From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean
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Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
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Them Jeans
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Master P |