Wobble, Wobble Mr. Magic (Ft. C-Murder & Mac)

[Magic]

Say C & Mac, bruh, I think them hoes gone love this shit dogg For real!
Knowmsayin'? Tell them hoes come to the floor dogg!

[C-Murder]
TRU, ya dig?

[Mac]
Whoa!

[Magic]
What? It's goin' DOOOOOOOOOOWN tonight!
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAH! Where the ladies at? All ladies hit the floor!

[Chorus-Mac]
Now won't you wobble, wobble?
Lemme see ya shake it, shake it
Now won't you drop it, drop it?
Oooooh, take it take it (2X)

[First Verse-Mac]
You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch
And I know ya heard of me, cuz I'm right there off of G.T. and Dorgenois
And you been bout servin' me
Sheezy, you heard my song and it got you bucked up
You want that camoflauge love, ha? It got me fucked up
I just want to see you wobble, like your mama's won that lotto
Like your Daddy's full of that bottle
Like your Brother when they called him hollow
Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches
Them boss bitches, bout they riches, and it ain't no secret
They want that soldier gear
That you can only get from that soldier clique
That old "Bitch I told ya" dick, now luh-look
We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada
Givin' up them pesos? I thinks notta, now won't you...