To The Window, To The Wall Lyrics

Bring it, bring it back
Bring it, bring it, bring it back
Bring it, bring it back
Bring it, bring it, bring it back
The following is not a test
Dj
Traerlo atras, traerlo atras
Traerlo atras
The following is not a test
Dj

I see the way you move and I picture you nude
Baby, keep moving your thing, baby keep moving your thing
I wanna take you to the boom boom room
So we can do it like boom boom boom
Pleasure, yes, God bless, I love my women, make it triple S
Let me show you how we do it 'round here
And the women, they don't fake it, they get naked down here
It's the bottom, no draws, no bras, it's the bottom where they holler take it off
It's the bottom, where we turn out, darling
Sip a pound of liquor to the bottom, we got it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, I like to
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, we like to
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, they like to
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, Dj
Dj, Dj, Dj

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Freeway got the hood on smash
Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga
Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage
Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age
Post up, fans suffer circle the block
Call the cops, it's the Roc in your area
Post up, distribute to the block
Freeway move the rocks in your area
Yeah pop tried to shut me down
Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up
What? My glock carry heavy rounds
Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck
What? You better ring the alarm
Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys
And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom
But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys
Her ass look good in a thong
And she want me to sneak in the building like trolls and a toy
Best believe there's Trojans involved
Hats lift over the boy, oh boy

We rip crowds, whole lot of fire and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to make the place
Get wild, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
Is all it takes to make her skate
Flipside, crack house and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to make the block
Get wild, park keys and a little bit of cheese
Is all it takes to make her leave

Can a drummer kiss her

Yeah, the rhythm, the ripple, without pause, I lower the level
The hard drummer, you ain't never been a man
You ain't stalling, you know it's coming
D, the enemy, telling you to hear it
It plays the music, it's time to play the lyrics
Some say no to the 'of the show
Come watch the sound I made a year ago
I guess you know it's just a record though
Not a sabbatical, just to make it critical
The only part of your body ' the rebel in you

3, 6, 9 - damn she fine
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low, get low get low!
To the window, to the wall!
Till the sweat drop down my balls
Till all these bitches crawl
Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down
Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down

Shorty crunk, so fresh, so clean
Can she fuck? That question been harassing me
In the mind, this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50 11 times
Now can I play with your panty line?
The club owner said I need to calm down
Security guard go to sweating me now
Nigga drunker than a motherfucker, threaten me now
She getting crunk in the club, I mean she work it
And I like to see the females twerking
Taking the clothes off, buckey naked
ATL hoe, don't disrespect it
P-pop your pussy like this
'Cause Yin Yang Twins in this B-I-itch
Lil Jon and the East Side Boys with me
And we all like to see ass and titties
Now bring your ass over here, hoe
And let me see you get low if you want this thug
Now take it to the floor and if your ass want to act
You can keep your ass where you're at

3, 6, 9 - damn she fine
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low, get low get low!
To the window, to the wall!
Till the sweat drop down my balls
Till all these bitches crawl
Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down
Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen

Every time your name was brought up
I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But uh, truth be told you threw me for a loop, this Hov
I'm too old to be frontin' what I'm feeling
Denzelin', acting like you ain't appealing when you are
Stuntin' like you ain't my only girl, when you are (I was just fronting)
I'm ready to stop when you are

Come on Eileen
You know I want you, baby