Lyrics Blu Cantrell

Blu Cantrell

Round up

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..

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...

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

Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh

Let me hear you all say!

Wha, wha, wha, wha, what, what, what – round up, round up

Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh

Dontcha, dontcha, dontcha know

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

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

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

(2x)

Yee-Haw!

What the hell is a hee-haw?