Conquest/Go-Ho (feat. Dua Boakye)

I'm causin' a ruckus ain't no one can touch us

buttocks in the air poppin' like they're old rubbers

Love us like old folks, love hard candy,

Love us like the flesh on the back of Nicki's fanny

and he rippin' up the booth now

Operation loose neck, tooth gettin' juice down

with a new song that she's singing on the daily

Even your baby mama sayin' she really feel me

Fuckers my balls might touch her, Unregular Radio,

lyrics in the speaker made the reefer smell like gun smoke

get low quicker mama, drama is a no go,

stimulate the pleasure skeet, skin flute solo,

Pogo sticks, cocaine fits and nodoz,

top down, pound 'em out with the hammer

and make the grad school girls come and check the grammar

Get off...

Hop on...

What's the dealy though, really though, I like my women sweaty

Strong, bumpin a song, cookin' spaghetti, ready for a good book,

quick to give a dirty look, birds shook

by the her hips workin' my lap, lips workin' my bat

finna to hit a homer baby, sit back and relax

Marvin in the IPod, serenading the pressure, she giving on the tug job

Splat, don't stop or you'll waste my high

leave it all on the dance floor, or you'll probably die hun

shake till your butt's sore, bounce on the drums

We are animals screaming at the top of our lungs

Get off...

Hop on...