Yo put the kids to bed Yo Shawty..I know you aint scared
[Omarion] B2k and Nick Cannon.. Trackmasters..the Pied Piper
[Verse One: Nick] Yo' the freaks come out at night I'm like Houdini with the magic stick When you turn out the lights Shawty grippin' my stomach tighter When I burn out on the bike Holla at the young thugs What we doing tonight I'm in the O.J. throwback jersey Dressed to kill,Bridget won't get it But Vanessa will,Vanessa's real Shawty got sex appeal You can hear this beat bangin from the exit still Pied Piper, we need something for these chicks to dance to So look Mami Im trying to grind I'm not trying to romance you I'm just trying to get them pants loose Lets get private, 2 way text me T-Mobile sidekick One-on-One lets talk and neglect the gossip I'm as real as they come,Baby girl I got this My wrist all numb, you can watch the watch gliss We already bubbly we aint gotta pop Cris'
[Chorus: Omarion] I come through My style is powder blue T's and nike shoes Plus chicks by the deuce(uh huh) Ain't no tellin what this man might do 'Cause tonight this man aint playing by the rules So tell me... Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky?(uh huh) Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky?( uh huh)
[Verse Two: Nick] We tearin' the club like them boys did in the roxy Million dollar thug like I'm Ted D.B.I.C Crack game on the plain Probably think its Yahtzee Wrist on rocky, How you gon stop me Shawty like, "Papi", Crib like "Ozzy's" Imma show you how to ball girl
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