Round Up Lady May (Ft. Blu Cantrell)

[Intro]
Woooh
Yee-Haw!
What the hell is a yee-haw? (Well...)
That's that country shit
Yeah, May, Blu, crazy cat (wheww) yeah
Bob Marley (whewww), hey Mill
That's that country shit..

[Verse: Lady May]
Round up, round up, yeah
You know what we came to do
Dance floor bootylicious
Party with May and Blu
Hot tamales we bum rush the parties
In Denali's, goin to parties in drop-top Ferrari's
Fingernails, toenails, hair and makeup
Studded up my ear with a pair from Jacob's
New faced, dudes chase, mommie lookin' too laced
Honey's iced feelin' like they killin' with the screw face
Me and my crew stay loose off that great goose
Order bottles of Velvi with cranberry and grapefruit
Where's the sex kitten? (grrr)
Start chillin' with stars
And fuck the bars puffin' cigars