Released on August 6, 2002

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[Chorus]

Make that ass clap, make it snap (Talk to me now)

Make that ass smack when I slap (Talk to me now)

If you is the baddest booty, the phatest

Let me hear you holla out, ay-ya-yadda

Make that ass clap, make it snap (Talk to me now)

Make that ass smack when I slap (Talk to me now)

If you is the baddest booty, the phatest

Let me hear you holla out, ay-ya-yadda


[Verse 1]

It's ya boy P-A-Teeza, knowin' pat'll please her

Hit from the back 'cause these gals off the heeza

Bend over or stroke it, yo' butt gets a pokin'

The hydro is smokin', there's nutt in ya throat in

Yo booty is floatin' all 'round the rooma

My thang full of gin, so that puddy is doomed-a

Assume the position, mug in the pillow

Hand on the head bow, best not to let go

Hand may a slippin', head gets a crackin'

I'm all on dat clittin', back gets a smackin'

A doggin' a slappin', my thang in yo stomach

Now move 'fore we drank 'cause you's 'bout to vomit

You swear you can take it, so baby don't fake it

Let's gone get a room, get high, and get naked

You say that you real and you claiming the hoody

The rubber to thang and my thang in yo' puddy


[Chorus]

Make that ass clap, make it snap (Talk to me now)

Make that ass smack when I slap (Talk to me now)

If you is the baddest, booty the phatest

Let me hear you holla out, ay-ya-yadda

Make that ass clap, make it snap (Talk to me now)

Make that ass smack when I slap (Talk to me now)

If you is the baddest, booty the phatest

Let me hear you holla out, ay-ya-yadda


[Verse 2: Juvenile]

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

This nigga D-Boy late and cocky

Attitude fucked up cause that hand on my garment

Poppin' necks, grabbin' hoes chest, tryin' to get under they dress

Hope they don't holler rape and have me in connects

Whoadie, I don't need no more that

I'ma have talk to these hoes

I ain't stupid, I'm from the projects

And we don't need nothin', we know sex

If a bitch think I'm workin' this, son, pussy get more wet

So let's get it crack-a-ling time

I got that cake man so lil' mama be shakin'

Tell ya girl to shut up, you ain't hearin' nathin'

Bitch she goin' with Juvenile so quit all that hatin'

This motherfuckin' club already hot

Police been towin' niggas shit for double parking in spots

I'm tryin' to have a private party or something ya know

My dick got hard when ya was shakin' that ass, ya know


[Chorus]

Make that ass clap, make it snap (Talk to me now)

Make that ass smack when I slap (Talk to me now)

If you is the baddest, booty the phatest

Let me hear you holla out, ay-ya-yadda

Make that ass clap, make it snap (Talk to me now)

Make that ass smack when I slap (Talk to me now)

If you is the baddest, booty the phatest

Let me hear you holla out, ay-ya-yadda


[Verse 3]

It's gold mouth stacking dollars, where yo' sista at 'cause she swallors

Big juicy fat I must hollars, see you in yo' pants I may foll'her

Wearing tight clothes make y'all scholars, freaky young broads that love ballers

Hesitate to talk nigga stallers, you can let the steam out yo' collars

Love getting stuck on four hours, ja-cu-zie living room showers

Nipples on hard, some big knockers, eyes got bigger than Blue Blockers

Coochie real tight like school lockers, treat a lame dude like a true sucka

Most gonna pay 'cause they love her, dawg, anyway, I will knock her


[Chorus]

Make that ass clap, make it snap (Talk to me now)

Make that ass smack when I slap (Talk to me now)

If you is the baddest, booty the phatest

Let me hear you holla out, ay-ya-yadda

Make that ass clap, make it snap (Talk to me now)

Make that ass smack when I slap (Talk to me now)

If you is the baddest, booty the phatest

Let me hear you holla out, ay-ya-yadda