Taste Of Dis

I'm gettin' off about six

I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious

Hitting up a party without a care

I told my girls, "I'll meet ya there!"

Tell me what sitting at home has done for you lately

Pick up your rump, shake a leg, bounce to the beat

Don't know why your posted up on your feet

'Cause it's so hot in here I know you can feel the heat

I'm feeling good

I'm looking good

I'm pedicured

I think I'm ready

We're the fliest chicks

Up in the spot

From coast to coast

We hold it down fa sho

My money, my hair, my nails fixed

My walk, my clothes, my limp

My girls, no man, don't need shit

And I can tell you want a taste of this

You wanna taste of this

You wanna taste of this

I can tell you really wanna taste of this

(Better get on up)

I'ma make you dance

Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands

I'm fin to make you dance

This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

I know you wanna taste of this

I can read your mind

I can read your lips

The party so packed people standing out in the streets

The guys are checkin' me out

Even the girls are lookin'

I'm not getting off the floor till I feel the burn in me

Just might take a fella home

If he knows how to work that thang

I'm feeling good

I'm looking good

I'm pedicured

I think I'm ready

We're the fliest chicks

Up in the spot

From coast to coast

We hold it down fa sho

My money, my hair, my nails fixed

My walk, my clothes, my limp

My girls, no man, don't need shit

And I can tell you want a taste of this

You wanna taste of this

You wanna taste of this

I can tell you really wanna taste of this

(Better get on up)