Lyrics
Look, I'm little Willie from around the way
Shreveport, Louisiana, born and raised (raised)
These Southern belles know your boy is trey
I think they like my baggy jeans and fade (ayy)
Is it country, R&B, or soul? Uh
Hip-hop or funk or even rock and roll? Uh
Don't bother answerin' to care to choose
Before it's over you gon' know what to do
I don't know what you came for (uh)
But can I get a little rock and roll?
Hip-hop or little country soul?
Go on and get a little drink in my cup
Go ahead, fill it up
Why you waiting? Show a little love
I'ma sing a little country soul
So let yourself lose control
Go ahead and move your feet to the groove
That's the least you could do
Go on and move, sing along to the tune
Let the music move your soul, yeah
I know you feel it, sing it
Put your hands up, pu-put your hands up
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Sometimes I go ball me some Tim McGraw, but
Sometimes I feel like T.I. (ball, ball)
When I'm in love, I need my Marvin Gaye
When I wanna rock I let my Aerosmith play
I don't know what you came for (uh)
But can I get a little rock and roll? (Can I give you)
Hip-hop or little country soul? (Can I give you)
Go on and get a little drink in my cup
Go ahead, fill it up
Why you waiting? Show a little love (come on)
I'ma sing a little country soul
So let yourself lose control
Go ahead and move your feet to the groove
That's the least you could do
Go on and move, sing along to the tune
Let the music move your soul, yeah
You gonna move a little (put your drinks up)
(Put your hands up), yeah
Let me hear you say
I'm from the South
They'd be like wait (wait), hold up (hold up), when Willie Jones gon' blow up?
'Cause this is my show and I'm just getting started
So put down the controller (yuh)