Bowtie (feat. Sleepy Brown & Jazze Pha)

Girl, you cut up (Lucius Left Foot, hahaha, ow)

Girl, you know you cut up (You see me in my bowtie, don't ya?)

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac, yeah

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac, yeah

Nasty Noompsy Knightingale, fresh in that tuxedo

Cummerbund with no suspenders, my torpedo, you libido

Need to chat (Chip-chop it up, shoot the breeze)

I'm your R-O-L-A-I-D-S, release the squeeze

Or release the keys to the shackles on her wrist

She can tackle some of this, smack on, smack on some of this

Dick Tracy, arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker

You took her to the club and now her body's full of liquor

Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream

She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things

Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze)

In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene, wearing

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac, yeah

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac

Oh (Oh), Lord (Lord), how can it be so hard?

To put on a pair of panties, much less a pair of jeans or the leotard

I got to start by complimenting you on your physique

You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak

Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that

But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get the cat

So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that?

On your back like a cheerleader missing the final stack

As we strut, skip the line

Through the glass window, glance, we look fine

Right on time as we step in the place

The nursery's crunk, we've come to play

Everybody's watching 'cause them furs just hit the door

While the gator's creeping, crawling, oh so wicked across that floor

To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need

Throw your hands up if you feel me, throw your hands up if you feel me

'Cause we well designed (Bowtie), like the finest wines (Bowtie)

Feel good to be fly (Bowtie), so don't you ask me why (Bowtie)

I got the ladies in line (Bowtie), because they can't deny (Bowtie)

So raise your hands to the sky (Bowtie), 'cause we super fly, 'cause we super fly (Bowtie)

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac, yeah

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac

I mind my own business

Don't jive with me, don't jive with me

I mind my own business

Don't jive with me, jive with me, sucka

I mind my own business

Don't jive with me, don't jive with me

I mind my own business

Don't jive with me, jive with me, sucka