The Post Up (Shake ur Rump)

Now, now, you just, oh yeah

See, Helen said that I can get the microphone

She said, "Tonight I can get the microphone"

We be good, okay

Well, Steve gon' get on the drums, alright, okay

Now I just need everybody, everybody listen

Check it out, uh

If you got somethin' wrong with you

Place your foot in the back of your self

Then shake your bum

See the ladies like a dude 'cause it ain't no bum

Shake your chains in your back then you put your pants up

They on like an old **** when he out there dancin'

Got the drank in his hand, ****, he ain't got fame

Put up on shame, bam, throw it right up

Rid' the over there, sittin' dancin' in the jail

What he got bad 'cause he slim, ****

I'ma inch you over there dancin' with a **** that's a rival

I don't know how he got here

No **** I know, that's none of my business

Playin' big whips

Boy, look at your hand, hmm, finish this

Junebug got a hook up on the fish dish

It's all good 'til the neighbors don't miss this

Big burger on the floor, 'bout to get it inched

Nah, ain't no problem with this

Ladies, put your hands up high

If you wanna just do it

Girl, get your girlfriend

Ain't no problem gettin' it on with this old man

If you got somethin' wrong with you

Place your foot in the back of your self

Then shake your bum

See the ladies like a dude 'cause it ain't no bum

Shake your chains in your back then you put your pants up

They on like an old **** when he out there dancin'

Got the drank in his hand, ****, he ain't got fame

Put up on shame, bam, throw it right up

Brenda over there, sittin' dancin' in the chair

Willie got mad 'cause his son, baby mama

And she over there dancin' with a **** that's a robber

I don't know how he out here, where's my bottle?

'Cause I need more drank, got one more swallow

Like, ah, ooh, so fire

Ripple in the day, had it all the way live

I ain't never on the internet, I ain't in the net

All I need is a flip phone and a picture net

One pocket on my slacks, with my hat

All the ladies lookin' at me like a flashback

I'm sittin' in the section where your dad's at

Only walkin' on the street where the pimps at

Can't slip off, ****, get laughed at

Rollin' in the dark, now I'm clean with the deep

All white, long, can't wait 'til they come back

Got a curve, find a door, scratch up my hood

Can't watch them dogs, boy, I place your foot

In the back, be yourself, then shake the rum

See the ladies like a dude 'cause it ain't no punk

Shakin' chains and you 'bout to continue to put your pants up

They on like an old **** when he out there dancin'

Got the drank in his hand, ****, he ain't got fame

Put up on shame, bam, throw it right up

Brenda over there, sittin' dancin' in the chair

Willie got mad 'cause his son, baby mama

And she over there dancin' with a **** that's a rival

I don't know where he from, that's his son, little Ronald

And they say he got a baby, but the **** in denial

Walk up to the DJ, music too down

Put my pants up, break it on down

Sit my leg out, shake it all around

Jump two times, slide to the side

Hands on your hip, shake your little thigh

Turn around once, do the freak on the side

Throw your hands up where your fingers like a butterfly

Then I'm at my car waiting, thinkin' that I'm back side

I'm drunk, big daddy need a cab ride

Been dancin' all night, 'bout to pass out

Steppin' on the dance floor like a rabbi

Whole **** on the floor gon' stay fly

Look, put him on the road rollin' kick dice

Keep a feather in my hat where the tip's right

Hit my own lady, lookin' good

'Cause her mama's lookin' sharp like a flip-knife

Cold first, short first, champagne

Wearin' Corollas, suits with the gold frames

On her, half-selling fame, fella

Nails and feet to matchin' together

I'll ask this **** so fine and level

Wearin' these in the summer 'cause we wear 'em in the weather

And we drinkin' so bad, ain't nothin' you can tell us

Peepin' out my beauty frame, ****

You just a slide, ain't no problem with this

Gangsta, put your hands up high if you wanna just do it

Girl, get your girlfriend

Ain't no problem gettin' it on with this old man

If you got somethin' wrong with you, place your foot

In the back of your self, then shake your rum

Feed your ladies like a dude 'cause it ain't no pump

Shake your change in your pocket, then you put your pants up

Down like a old **** when he out there dancin'

Got the drank in his hand, ****, he ain't laughin'

Put up on shame, bam, to a rider

Brenda over there sittin' dancin' in the crib

Willie got mad 'cause his son made me mama

Man, she over there dancin' with a **** that's a rival

I don't know how he got here, shit, I do not know

Open up the gates with the trunk, Del Laredo

Alpine bumpin' with the Jensen's

No tints, fish bowlin', so cold we don't fall in

Smokin' up the atmosphere, I'm outta here, huh

(Yeah, yeah, y'all)

Lady Blay, any lady need a ride?

(True) Any Blay need a ride?

(All the ladies)

Uh, I got, I got, I got four though

(I was talkin')

(Hip-hop, you know what's up)

Yeah