Lyrics
Don't this shit make a n***a wana jump?
Bang this hot shit out ya trunk.
Mommy gone crazy, she propably drunk.
It's ya boy in the club tryin'to have some fun.
Stunner Squad, hell yeah! You know who we are.
We don't buy drinks, we buy the bar.
20 deep in the club, 5 in the car.
It's not where you're from, it's where you are.
Now don't this shit make the haters wanna stop
hatin'for a minute, recognize that we got that fire
to heat ya motherf***ers up.
An this is why I'm, this is why I'm, this is why I'm hot!
So much ass, oh my god.
I feel like an asstronaut.
Ey yo party right here, you're gonna dance or what?
Ey yo mr. dj turn it up!
Chorus
Don't this shit make a () wanna rock
gold chains in a droptop, bangin' round the block?
It's the party shit - Busta in da mix.
Stunner Squad keeps it hot dawg, right around the clock, ya!
If ya not ready, I'ma bust through the courtain.
All ya not sure? Well, I'm certain.
Lazy ass motherf***er better start workin'.
And while ya ass workin' I'ma snatch your girl.
3,4 or 5 of them -
I run game like Iverson.
I ain't rock'n'roll, I roll the rocks.
I'm doin'my thang, so f**k the cops!
Now don't this shit make MC's wanna spit?
Sorry motherf***er I wrote this hit,
so write your own, don't copy me.
You're amateurs, I'm major league.
It's the squad in the club,
girls turn around.
Girls turn around,
we check ém out.
Yeah, she a freak whore,
pull ya pants down.
You wanna see action?
Call ya friends now.
Chorus (x2)
