Now we bring to you video and Lyric of the song “Them Jeans - Who Want Some” of Master P

Lyric of the song “Them Jeans - Who Want Some” of Master P

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[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 1]
I’m country, she country, we country
Come closer, it’s a free country
Damn you cute, girl you fine
Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine
Don’t play no games, I gotta keep it real
Got the +Magic Stick+ and a gold grill
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Cause thugs need love, girl you know what I mean
Hold up Allie Mae you gonna work it like that
Rock the bump and let it wooble from the back

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 2]
We play football, no pads, she got the cushion
I ain’t Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding
Check out that Puerto Rican body, she’s a hottie
I ain’t Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+
And who’s the fly white girl, she ain’t that tall
So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs
And that Latino and Asian mommy
Make a grown man want to do karate
And beautiful, black chick with the passions on
Make every thug in the club wanna sing this song

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog

[Break]
Hey don’t stop, don’t stop
We can take it the floor, girl show me what you got
Hey don’t stop, don’t stop
You can grab the wall, girl show me what you got
Hey don’t stop, don’t stop
You can grab the pole, girl show me what you got
Hey don’t stop, don’t stop
We can take it from the club, to the parking lot
Now stop (WHAT!), then roll (HA!)
Head, shoulders, knees, toes

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 3]
I’ma No Limit soldier and I love ya boo
And her and her girl said ([Female voice:] We love you too)
Halle Berry head, lisa-raye (WOO!)
Got eight Aston 5, but that’s how I prove it
Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson
Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto’s main attraction
She wear boots with her jeans like Free
And homies in the hood wanna ‘cuff her like the police
She so sexy, damn so nasty
A thug girl, but still so classy
Sometime she get vicious
In them P. Miller pads her jeans look bootylicious

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow

Lyric of the song “Who Want Some” of Master P

[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Who said he want some
Boy you don’t want none
We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum

[Master P]
I like them girls but I don’t fuck with them haters
We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders
And uh, I don’t know what they told you boy
But we the new No Limit fuckin’ soldiers boy
We got the club so rowdy and we ’bout that shit
I done chilled for a minute now I’m back to making hits
And I’m back to slanging Cris and put these little boys on the pine
And I’m back to tear the club up and claim what’s mine
I’m the realest that you see, I’m the realest that you know
We gonna party in this bitch till they shut down the doors
Then, after the party it’s the afterparty
And if the girls get naughty it’s the hotel lobby

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Now if you bout it, then say you bout it bout it
If you came to act a fool then it’s time to get rowdy (what)
Represent your hood boy, we thug it like that
It ain’t where you from boy, it’s where you at
T-shirts and du-rags, and we don’t give a fuck
We came to this party to get this motherfucker buck
We break bread, and wile out in the club
If that ain’t your girl tell her to show a nigga love
And I don’t give a fuck, represent where you at
Them thugs in the front and them gangstas in the back
Soldier rags in the air, raise up them tanks
Three fuckin’ mothers and them pass me the dranks (uhhh)

[Chorus - 1/2]

Who said he want some (Chicago, Texas)
Boy you don’t want none (Carolina, Alabama)
We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb (Missisippi, Georgia, Florida, Ohio)

Tennessee (motherfucker, where they at, who want some, there they go) [repeat in background]
D.C. [Chorus repeats in background]
Boston
New York
Arkanasas
Milwaukee
Arizona
California
Philadephia
Kentucky
Atlanta
Nebraska
Colorado
The bayou
The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter
Hit ‘em up
Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck

Who wants some, who wants some
Motherfucker, who wants some

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