Full Lyrics
Shawty rock to the beat for your boy
Shawty (yeah), do it (ay)
Rock to the beat for your boy
Radio Killa (yeah), Killa (yeah), Killa (ay)
Shawty fly (ay), shawty tight (ay)
I shoulda stayed there, all night (ay)
With you, with you
I missed ya (ay) picked ya (ay)
Now it's time I (ay) get back up with you
Girl, with you, oh yeah
We used to kick it up at the park
But now she's all grown up, up, up, up
Rockin' them stilettos
Jumpin' up out that Mercedes truck, ooh (truck, truck, truck)
It was Keisha (oh), it was Sonia (oh)
It was Tanya (oh), it was Monique (oh)
It was Niecy (oh), it was Keke (oh)
Ay, now to see you at 23, all I can say is
Ooh (ay), ooh
Man, I don't need no hook for this hit
Ooh, ooh
'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ay), shit (ay)
Shawty is the shit (ay), shit (ay)
Yeah, shawty is the shit (ay), shit (ay)
Shawty you the shit (ay), you the shit (ay)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Dior jeans, her walk so mean
Burberry fragrance on my shirt from when she hugged me
Hard as a rock when she touched me
Thinking now 'cause she woulda loved me
What it is, what it ain't tell me what to do
I know I'm late, but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by, turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
It was Keisha (oh), it was Sonia (oh)
It was Tanya (oh), it was Monique (oh)
It was Niecy (oh), it was Keke (oh)
Ay, now to see you at 23, all I can say is
Ooh (man, tell 'em), ooh
Man, I don't need no hook for this shit
Ooh, ooh (uh, uh)
'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ay), shit (ay)
Shawty is the shit (ay), shit (ay)
Yeah, shawty is the shit (ay), shit (ay)
Shawty you the shit (ay), you the shit (ay)
Oh, yeah
If she fine, if shawty a dime
You should tip her (ay), you should tip her (ay)
If it's your girl, and you love her
You should tip her (ay), you should tip her (ay)
If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning
Man, you should tip her (ay), you should tip her (ay)
Pancakes with the bacon on the side
You should tip me (ay), you should tip me (ay)
Shawty, rock to the beat for your boy (oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
Rock to the beat for your boy (oh, oh)
Now to see you at 23, all I can say is (yeah, yeah, yeah) (oh, oh)
Ooh (ay), ooh
Man, I don't need no hook for this hit
Ooh, ooh
'Cause shawty right there is the shit, shit
Shawty is the shit, shit
Yeah, shawty is the shit, shit
Shawty you the shit, you the shit
Oh, yeah