Fes Taylor - Jelly In Ya Pants Lyrics
f/ L.I.S., Lon Dini[Intro: Fes Taylor]Yeah.. yeah.. we gon' ball out to this one[Fes Taylor]Mercedes Benz S-Class 430, tell ya lady friends they all worthyHad on the Brett Favre #4 jersey, holla at ya boy, y'all heard meNicknamed pigeon coupe, way I scoop birdiesPimp game, dip on that lame, mami you choose me?Nine of of ten of these chicks try to seduce meDancefloor workin' them hips, lips lookin' juicyLet's go somewhere and strip, do the oocchie coochieI dig cuties with big bootiesMami a bit moody, but she like fly paper she stick to meNow you caught in the web, all over the bedWent from the club to the crib, the rubber was redLifestyles, assorted colors, I pipe well you must be used to smaller brothersScream loud, make a chorus of usNo more than lovers, times we could call eachotherEven speak in the streets if we saw eachother[Chorus x2: Lon Dini]Get ya ass up on the floorMa' do that danceWiggle like you got jelly in ya pants[Fes Taylor]Mami you dance like you lookin' for a one night standWant someone to get in them pants? While I'm the right manNow throw it back at me, drop it and pop itLock it and stop it, bob it and wop itListen, slobbin' the knobbin' will keep you an optionChange position, play it and rock it, and stay out my pocketsFishin', plenty in the sea, catch of the dayI'm a fly dude, Taylor Made, excellent payStep in the way, to a car with an X and a JThat's a Jaguar for those who don't get what I sayJewelry lookin' all chunky, playa drippin' in grayNow I only go to restaurants you tip when you payWhen chicks mention my name their panties get wetSay they wanna ride the pony, who could handle me best?Slide to ya crib ma', I leave ya canopy wreckedOn the low ya friends scheme on me, plan to me next[Chorus x2][Fes Taylor]I'm the don, you could check on my armSee it bling like a leprechaun charm, ma' see it, shake it like pom-pomsOr you could taste it like wontonMy little man fly too, laced in Sean JohnRap style, like I had a gray pouponWhen the time, Jimmy prostrate through the long johnsBag shorty, same piece of paper wrote the song onNo bra on with a thong on, online porn like you log onLong inch slong, ya man get the gone, I beat it like ping pongArrive at the door like ding dongDeliver ding-a-ling big like King Kong, sing-alongYa dudes buyin' them drinks and buyin' them minksI get 'em, eyes on the tires, what size do you think?Twenty-fours on the Porsche trunk, y'all dudes wanna floss what?I'm seein' even more bucks, forget what it cost us[Chorus x2][Hook x2: L.I.S.]It's got to be jellyCuz canned don't shake like thatGod damn that ass too fat[Outro: L.I.S.]Like, knick-knack, give that ass a smackCuz only jelly girls gon' shake like thatShake it, shake it, ma' shake it like thatSaid shake it, shake it, ma' shake it like thatNow shake it, shake it, ma' shake it like thatSaid shake it, shake it, ma' shake it like that
