Vibrate lyrics

Artist  : Petey Pablo 
Song : Vibrate



 Send "Vibrate" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. Rasheeda)



C'mon

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate

Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till
you

Start an earthquake



[Verse 1: Petey]

I want them 3, to come up here wit me 

So I can put em where they 'pose to be

One at the head, one in the middle

and one down by my feet, she keep ticklin me

Neighbors bangin on the wall cause we over
here

disturbin the peace, baby be easy

Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off

all tha sheets, don't worry we don't need em

A couple hours in the session we done been

through bout four CDs (about four CDs)

Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and
Jodeci

(They love Jodeci)

By the way look think I need a couple can of
energy drinks

(yeah I'm gone need em) 

Cuz these hoes go vibratin in they coochie



[Chorus 1: 2x]

I like the way yo ass be vibratin...

I like the way yo ass be vibratin...



[Chorus 2: 2x]

Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate

Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till
you

Start an earthquake



[Verse 2: Rasheeda]

Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya
hoes like you blowin dro

Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or
slow

Round here we professionals, get flexible, real
sexual

Make a nigga wanna eat it like a vegetable

When he see that ass rise like a buttered
roll

Round here we gangstered out, this aint no titty
bar 

we let it all hang out

Break bread till the song played out, show that
nigga what a real bitch bout

These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon

But they all played out like the thong song 

Get ya money gul, show em what you really
bout

Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south



[Both Choruses]



[Verse 3: Petey]

I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the
pillow

Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her

Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there

When I move you move, just like that

Just as show as yo ass is fat, there's some 26
inch rims on a Cadillac

Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven

At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex

I aint met a bitch yet (and yeah) that I couldn't
have

All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am

Pull up to the side and get away from them

Doom, Doom, Doom



[Both Choruses]



[Chorus 2 - 2X]