Slide lyrics

My twanky looks stanky on the Benz And don't I gotta look sweet for my mens? And make 'em think I got a whole bunch o' paper And even date a ball player from the Lakers Now, faker-taker-maker, holla 'atcha lata' Shake-'n-wake 'em, tell him what to get my ass from Jacobs' That's the way a real diva like to floss it Buy a car, no matta' what it cost's Of course, it's my Rolls-Royce's makin' noises Tell ya who da mothafuckin' boss is I'ma drive, and you're walkin', that's why you talkin' See da chrome spinnin' on the wheel? Stop jockin' I'ma let you know real nice 'n slow, I'd be broke as a joke If I had to be a hoe, so poor Missy on the rise like the Sun If you think that I'm done, I ain't even begun Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gon' do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh?) Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gon' do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh?) Feel da boombastic in ya back-head 15's puttin' holes in ya back kit Bo-bo-boom, bo-bo-boom, bo-bo-boom, bo-bo-boom Don't it sound so fantastic? My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini 2: 20, can't see me in a bottle like a genie Teenie-weenie Now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties Now here's a freebie I'ma let you see me on TV Acceptin' my Emmy or Grammy, in Miami I hit you with the one-two-whammy Your no-tooth granny wit' a hole in her panties And I don't give a shit if you can stand me 'Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my mammy And I don't mean to sound too petty But they used to call me fatty til I got wit' Puff Daddy Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gon' do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh?) Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gon' do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh?) My rims keep turnin' and turnin' Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon And, yes, it's my concernin' Your chain platinum or is it really sterling? I'm old-school, I rock a Sherlin From New Jers', heard all the way to Berlin And it's for certain, behind every curtain There's a snake-bitch lurkin' and she 'bout to catch a hurtin' Mr. Mose on da beats And Missy be da beats behind da beats My record sales gon' jump and do leaps And while ya sleep, I'm on the ground as a creep (sha-creep!) I got Pumas on my feet Fresh gear, err'yday, all week You know I keep it hot fo' my peeps Never cheap, underground, like the streets (oh-oh) Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gon' do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh?) Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gon' do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh?)