Blu Cantrell: Round up

[Intro] Woooh Yee-Haw! What the hell is a yee-haw? (Well...) That's that country shit Yeah, May, Blu, crazy cat (wheww) yeah Bob Marley (whewww), hey Mill That's that country shit.. [Verse: Lady May] 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 Denali's, goin to parties 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 the screw face Me and my crew stay loose off that great goose Order bottles of Velvi with cranberry and grapefruit Where's the sex kitten? (grrr) Start chillin' with stars And fuck the bars puffin' cigars [Verse: Blu Cantrell) 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... [Chorus: Lady May and Blu Cantrell] Round everybody up Hit the club and tear it down If you're up against the wall, then you're in the wrong place Dating 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! Wha, wha, wha, wha, what, what, what round up, round up [*in background] Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh Let me hear you all say! Wha, wha, wha, wha, what, what, what round up, round up [*in background] Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh Dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know [Verse: Lady May] You see my, clique We be in the party like it's our shit Can't nobody tell us that we not it VIP tables, minks and stables, rings in navels You know we got that long cash Smellin' like money when I walk past You know I'm in a hurry; talk fast Pimps and players, players and pimps Diamonds and links, buyin' me drinks, boy you think You know my steezy, pimpin' ain't easy You know how many cats wanna get with May Wheezy The most glamorous, I'm not your average So if I holla, "holla back youngin'" like Fabolous [Verse: Blu Cantrell] We can put our makeup on in the car So we can dip on this journey of ours Call my homies just to see where they are And know that rollin' out (dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know) You know so [Chorus] [Verse: Lady May and Blu Cntrell] HEY YOU!!! Whatchu standin' on the wall for? Know you wanna get on the floor stop actin' hard-core Standup, yeah, keep them hands Get it crunk up in the club like 'uh huh, uh huh, uh-huh' That's why they boys, they boys they love me, love me I meet 'em, greet 'em, tease 'em, May wheeze 'em I got them beggin' for that "oochie wally, wally" Ooh, she's a hottie, hottie Dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know Wit that 5'6 frame, off the chain It's in the fast lane, came to switch up the game (switchin' the game) From the Dirty South to NY, we be doin' our thing, baby Goodbye for now (don't you know?) Till we see you again [Chorus] (2x) [Outro] Yee-Haw! What the hell is a hee-haw?