(*whispering*)
  TrackBoyz.
  
  [J-Kwon]
  Come on..yeah
  Come on..yeah
  Come on..yeah
  Come on..ay
  
  [Verse - J-Kwon]
  Call me, I'm the man
  You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
  Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
  And I like the way ya ass move to the beat
  You a freak, that's summin you can be
  Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
  The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
  In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least
  Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
  It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back
  Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
  I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that
  the weed hold that, the blunt roll that
  And when you give me head, please don't hold back
  Where your eyes at? lickin' the Kodak
  And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
  Now..
  
  [Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  
  [Verse - Eboni Eyes]
  I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash
  Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad
  Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right
  The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash
  Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi
  Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty
  I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right
  I head to the flo', time to get this bitch hype
  Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
  Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
  Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya
  Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
  I say what I mean, mean what I say
  You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh
  No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
  Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang
  
  [Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  
  [Verse - J-Kwon]
  Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo'
  Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
  You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
  Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
  Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag
  Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country
  But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money
  I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble
  Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble
  
  [Verse - Eboni Eyes]
  Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em
  I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
  This nigga herre lame, he got no game
  His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain
  Never big spenders, on my agenda
  Get him to surrender, colder than December
  I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
  Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes
  
  [Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
  
  [J-Kwon] (repeat until fade)
  Show your ass