Low

Apple bottom jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (hey) She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home? My jeans filled with guap and they ready for shones Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy grown Patron on the rocks that'll make your moan One stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon, three stacks c'mon Now that's three grand What you think I'm playin'? Baby-girl, I'm the man I invented rubber bands That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulders I knew it was over That Henny and Cola got me like a soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky, oh, me, I was just like a clover Shawty was hot like a toaster Sorry, but I had to fold her Like a pornography poster, she showed her