She Got It

Okay, you were about four months old I used to play nursery rhymes, like, all the time And um, I remember your eyes were closed And then all of the sudden you could hear It was so special because there you are, four months old And you're creating a melody This song is obviously about me She's got that cornbread thick on the side Jiffy don't know what happened God turned her into some sweet potato pie Got so thick it made her happy Got so thick it made the peanut butter cry She probably got it from her mamie Ain't no telling where she got it from, yeah Whole family body bangin' Booty big, she's the eclipse to the sun, yeah 'Cause she got it, she got it, got it Her table manners never match her heels Kissing pavement with the switch in her hips And her curved outline matches her French-tips, yeah 'Cause she got it, she got it, got it Mama raised her right, yes, she did But she aint gon' hesitate to work that thang, yes, she will If you tryna be her man, you better close the deal, yeah She's a queen, baby-baby Royalty from her head down to her toes, yeah East Atlanta crazy native (EA) And got a ring around every man she knows, yeah Daddy taught her how to grind 'Bout that money 'cause it stays on her mind If you know about that baby, yeah, you know she's a dime She's a Georgia peach lady, turning heads every time, yeah It's the way that she walks, yeah, her body so vicious Working out everyday, 'cause she stay up in the kitchen Ain't got time, ain't got time 'Cause she got them bills pay And when she gets a break she's making sure her hair is laid It's the way that she walks, yeah, her body so vicious Working out everyday, 'cause she stay up in the kitchen Ain't got time, ain't got time 'Cause she got them bills pay And when she gets a break she's making sure her hair is laid Ooh-ooh She got it, she got it She got it, she got it Ooh, yeah One more good time, one more good times for the children of Jericho