[Part I: Smack That (Remix)]
[Intro: Akon]
Shady, Konvict, Upfront
[Pre-Chorus: Akon]
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
[Chorus: Akon]
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
[Verse 1: Akon]
Shorty, if you wanna ride, you can ride on me
We can bump heads and collide on me
Want beef? Damn right, can rely on me
To bring that Campbell like Naomi
Just pull that girl and take it on easy
Lookin' all oiled-up and all greasy
'Bout that time you stop that teasin'
Way that you drop done got me here cheesin'
What's funny is that you takin' all my money for real
I'd rather spend it on you right now than my homie's bail
And I can see that's what you're made fo'
And ain't ever been no lame ho
With that booty bought and paid fo'
Won't move 'til you on my payroll
[Pre-Chorus: Akon]
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
[Chorus: Akon]
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
(Yeah, yeah, Stat Quo! Ahhh!)
[Verse 2: Stat Quo]
I love when you do it
Girl, move to it like you're used to it
Drop it down, I want to put my thing through it
To the crib we go, go fast and slow
Make it twirl like a stripper, slide down my pole
Shorty ass so swole, got your boy like, "Whoa!"
One night with me, now she wanna marry Stat Quo
But I'm like, "No, let's keep it on the low
On occasion let me come through and tap that hole."
Make you lose control and all her girls know
That I hit it right at night, I'm a pro
I only come 'round and get sexual
If she flexible and bisexual
I might stay around for a longer time
Only if, only if she can blow my mind
I can hurt that, murk that, work that spine
Now she in love and wants to be mine; Stat Quo, yeah!
[Pre-Chorus: Akon]
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
[Chorus: Akon]
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
(Yeah, it's Bobby Creek, know what I'm sayin'?)
[Verse 3: Bobby Creekwater]
The ice in the watch reflects the light to her
The money quite green and the ice light bluer
The swag might kill her, so I said good night to her
She don't want me to leave, I can see right through her
So we dipped out, burn one, trip out
Get low like Caribbean limbo
Didn't go out like light, baby girl, get right
Head so swole my hat don't fit right
We can cruise in the car or we could take flight
The middle of the night, make your body ape like
Mike Vick against the Eagles
Call myself a king 'cause I'm regal
To be this hot is not legal
But we don't care—listen, baby, it's a fact that
If you drop back I'ma quarterback sack that
We can go deep and I can shark attack that
Say you don't remember where your keys and your hat at?
[Pre-Chorus: Akon]
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
[Chorus: Akon]
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
[Part II: Public Enemy #1]
[Intro: Eminem]
Hello, what up? Hello?
Yo, I can't, I can't hear you
Let me call you right back
[Verse: Eminem]
I sense someone's tappin' into my phones, why do
I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon?
The FBI might be tryin' to pull my file soon
I might be walkin' blindfold into a typhoon
I might be seein' rockets light up the night sky
Right outside the window of my living room
And if they do, then you can say good night
And bye-bye to them iTunes
If I don't try to record as much before I do—
[Outro: 50 Cent, *Obie Trice]
Ayo, ayo
Hold up, hold up
Bring that back to the top, mayne (Top, mayne, top, mayne)
Marshall Mathers