Artist: Bishop Lamont Album: Pope Mobile Song: Sumthin' Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com [Intro] [Bishop talking] Lucas, Gripsta, we gonna keep it rollin' man, hit after hit nigga It's called +Sumthin'+ man There's somethin' about the way these bitches be doin' what they do to me Lord have mercy. Bless you hoes Bless you hoes, I mean that, I mean that in the most spiritual sense I can Bless you hoes for the gifts you've been blessed with Let's get into it nigga. [Verse One] Awe yeah here we go 1, 2, 3 all the freaks to the flo' Even though I know you heard this befo' Bend over to the front and touch your toes A little stretch exercise The bend will get you nice when we got crushin' in my ride Don't be ashamed to shift it into drive They can't see, my truck too high I love it when you do it on the freeway, freeway, freeway, freeway I love it when you do it on the freeway, freeway, freeway Swervin' in and out the lane I'm mean Borg, gettin' crazy brain I'm your Motrin when in pain Come take me, I'll kill your migraine [Chorus] There's somethin' about the way you do that dance There's just somethin' about the way your ass looks inside those pants There's just somethin' about the way you rub yourself with your hands There's just somethin' about the way you're starin' got me in a trance [Verse Two] Life can be such a bore Let's talk about sex 'nuff about war Bin Laden this and Bin Laden that How 'bout a new story on asses to fat Yeah Let's see An interview with Trina, Buffy and Cherokee Now wouldn't that be fresh? And all three competin' in an ass tappin' contest Let's go live to the strip club, strip club, strip club I'm gonna get my dick rubbed, dick rubbed Come over here and strip love On all four Make love not war, war I ain't no politician, I'm a ballatician, you got me wishin' You and me can try a brand new position You know what she was doin' walkin', ass swishin' There's somethin' about the way you do that dance There's just somethin' about the way your ass looks inside those pants There's just somethin' about the way you rub yourself with your hands There's just somethin' about the way you're starin' got me in a trance [Verse Three] Jessica Alba Jessica Simpson Your little sister too if she's out there listenin' Gabrielle Union Eva Mendez Tyra, Janet show me the other breast Pretty please With sugar on top Pretty please I promise I won't touch, I'll just watch On your knees When you crawl over to the couch Pull your undies to the side, let me turn you out Got the camera set up if you wanna make a flick Got the pole over there if you wanna go and strip We home alone, you got me singin' like Thick I wanna fuck you girl, I wanna fuck you girl Excuse my rudeness, excuse my lewdness But I'm just a freak who really loves to do it Do it so good your whole body get the jitters When I ask you how it was you say, "Excellent Smithers" [Chorus] There's somethin' about the way you do that dance There's just somethin' about the way your ass looks inside those pants There's just somethin' about the way you rub yourself with your hands There's just somethin' about the way you're starin' got me in a trance