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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Petey Pablo
Performer
Rasheeda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moses Barrett III
Songwriter
Richard Buckner
Composer
Kirk Frost
Composer
Shondrea Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shondrea Crawford
Producer
Carlton Lynn
Mixing Engineer
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Black
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
[Verse 2]
I want them three to come up here with me
So I can put 'em where they 'posed to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep tickling me
Neighbors banging on the wall
'Cause we over here disturbing the peace, baby be easy
Rockin' the bed so hard we done kicked off all the sheets
Don't worry, we don't need 'em
A couple hours in the session
We done ran through 'bout four CD's
Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight and Jodeci
They love Jodeci
[Verse 3]
By the way I look I think I need
A couple cans of energy drinks
Yeah, I'm gon' need 'em
'Cause these hoes got something vibratin' in they coochie
Zzzz
[Verse 4]
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
[Verse 5]
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
[Verse 6]
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
[Verse 7]
Bend over and touch ya toes
Blow smoke out your hole, like you blowin' dro
Yeah, slide down the poll
Upside down, do it fast or slow
'Round here we professionals
Get flexible, real sexual
Make a **** want to eat it like a vegetable
When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll
'Round here we gangstered out
This ain't no titty bar, we let it all hang out
Break bread till the song played out
Show that **** what a real bitch 'bout
These cats think they pimpin' like Don Juan
But they all played out like the thong song
Get ya money girl, show 'em what you really 'bout
Rasheeda reppin' for the ladies in the South
[Verse 8]
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
[Verse 9]
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
[Verse 10]
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
[Verse 11]
I can fuck any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow
Climb up behind her and cram all of it in her
Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there
When I move you move, just like that
Just to show her yo' ass is fat
Got some twenty six inch rims on a Cadillac
Like spinners, sittin' on a sixty-seven
At a car show, bumpin' Funk Master Flex
I ain't met a bitch yet in here that I can't have
All I gotta do is tell a ho who I am
Pull her to the side and get away from them
Doom, doom, doom
[Verse 12]
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
[Verse 13]
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
[Verse 14]
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate
Shake that shit till you start a earthquake
Written by: Kirk Frost, Moses Barrett III, Richard Buckner, Shondraé "Mr. Bangladesh" Crawford