Artist: Trick Trick f/ Eminem, Royce Da 5'9" Album: Twerk Dat Pop That {S} Song: Twerk Dat Pop That Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com {"Antt did the track.."} [Chorus: Trick Trick] Get-get this paper (twerk dat pop that!) Work that shaker (twerk dat pop that!) Go 'head baby (twerk-twerk dat pop that!) Turn around lady (twerk dat pop that!) Everything on us now (twerk dat pop that!) Turn down for what now (twerk, twerk dat pop that!) Bag it up, turn around now (twerk dat pop that!) Let me see you drop it down now (twerk, twerk, twerk dat pop that!) [Trick Trick] Who said gangstas don't do that? Cuz, they lyin In the back of the pussy club, s'all mine Gettin drenched by the cheese, spend 'em rain and shine Then head to another one, hairless, flyin What up to the DJ, straight to the back Ten racks to the waitress, change all that 20-somethin years old, ass so fat Them boys in the club, D hats all black Tops comin off, ass on the flo' Guess ten ain't enough so I gotta get mo' They'll lose their mind if I head to the do' They don't love me, they love the bread I blow Goddamn~! Down on they hands and they knees Scratchin after scratch like rats for the cheese I'm a dog, I even got scratch for the fleas Touch my money you could touch on these [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] I've got a white girl (I got a white girl) She's a dancer (it's Tricky!) She do whatever I say no matter what I ask her Her action's the answer (talk to 'em) Of course she know I got a black girl (I got a black girl) Who's also a dancer (also a dancer) Don't talk about your life, don't wanna hear about your bottles and ice Cause we got Marshall out the house tonight Stay awake [Eminem] I'm in V.I.P. with no ID with a pint of Beam lightin cheeba Whylin the fuck out like Bieber at 19, or Ice-T in the '90s Frightenin in some Nikes slut, nice D's, there a slight breeze? Don't like me? Well then bite me, there might be a better chance of Flight 370 turnin up than us bitch (highly unlikely) Little dyke think cause I'm Libra, you're Pisces and you're feisty that you're like me and you might find that we're like-minded We ain't nothin alike diva, you like sleeves, I'm a wife beater you white tease Bet you like skiing though, right skeez? The way you're damagin yourself on the poles Why don't you grab this one and +Do the Right Thing+ like Spike Lee And look out like you're sightseeing and invite me in the back and bite me in the (GODDAMN) shake that ass and titties Cassidy felt that Dick so fat it could practically snap her chastity belt strap Standin all in the back where my hotel's at, she actually fell back and landed in someone else's lap and laughed, she thought she sat on Pharrell's hat (Twerk dat pop that!) [Chorus] - minus first line [Trick Trick] Fresh out of damn near everything I had Lil' homie just grabbed the whole damn bag I could spend all year, never blow my stacks Gettin white boy wasted, hold my Mac Back to the spot, roll some'in up So blown last night I toked some'in up Lookers want anything, ain't got enough In the club with these broads that's ready to get fucked They drinkin, smokin, touchin, rubbin Rollin, crowd's in love with my thuggin Lick it, taste it, kiss it, suck it SHIT! Tryna see who I'm fuckin Drop that thong, grab that pole Bend it over, let me see what I can do with that OHHH! Stack's so big it ain't never gon' fold All the money I spend, y'all ain't never gon' close [Chorus]