Round up

*feat. Blu Cantrell (woahh) Yee-Haw! What the hell is a yee-haw? (Well...) That's that country shit Yeah, May, Blu, (wheww) crazy cat, yeah. Bob Marley (whewww) That's that country shit... Round up, round up, yeah You know what we came to do Dance floor bootylicious Party with May and Blu Hot tamales we bum rush the parties In Danalies (?) on Ducalies (?) in drop-top Ferrari's Fingernails, toenails, hair and makeup Studded up my ear with a pair from Jacob's New faced, dudes chase, mommie lookin' too laced Honey's iced feelin' like they killin' with screw face Me and my crew stay loose off that gray ? Order bottles of ? with cranberry and grapefruit Wet the sex kitten (grrr) Start chillin' with stars And fuck the bars Puffin' cigars 12 in the afternoon Runnin' kinda late I can't wait for you Gotta have my hair done and my nail done, too Just like every other girl plans to do. (dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know) If you wanna ride it's ok Keep in mind that I don't have all day Gotta hurry up before the night slips away Dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know .. Round everybody up Hit the club and tear it down If you're up against the wall then you're in the wrong place Game players not allowed Everybody up in the crowd (dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know) Don't hesitate come follow me now Let me hear you all say