Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smack It Up , by - FannyPack. Song from the album So Stylistic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.07.2003
Record label: Tommy Boy Entertainment
Song language: English
Smack It Up |
| Betcha didn’t know that I’d be back, ya better put down the pipe |
| Stay off that crack, sober up and get some sense, I’m gonna |
| Take you higher than Manhattan rents better get on up and put it down |
| Party people lets gather around, it’s plain to see, I’m Hello B |
| Here to get it started A S A P, I study hard and I pass my tests |
| Never let the haters ever get me stressed, my crews the best |
| And they got my back, my bodyguard Kev may give you a smack |
| But he’ll leave you alone if you behave this ain’t White Castle |
| But I’m what you crave I need you all to feel me here |
| Guys and girls in the front and rear |
| Knock 'em out the box and jack it up |
| Turn it back around and crack it up |
| Gotta get outta town then pack it up |
| Killin' me soft Roberta Flack it up |
| All of my pimps gotta mack it up |
| Cuties with booties better back it up |
| Put 'em on the wall just tack it up |
| Everybody take your hands and smack it up |
| Off the meat rack and off the chain, make you go crazy |
| Make you go insane, it’s about to rain but it’s no thang |
| Gucci umbrellas I’m openin' gotta change the weather and take a trip |
| A little r 'n' r so I don’t slip hop on a ship, better yet a plane |
| Head Down South with no delayin' in a under a day New York to J. A |
| Take in the sun you know catch some rays back on the jet fly to JFK |
| Gotta do an interview, what can I say, I’m in demand |
| The number one choice here to rock the place for the girls and boys |
| If you know what I mean, I wanna hear you shout |
| Now it’s my turn to turn it out |
| Knock 'em out the box and jack it up |
| Turn it back around and crack it up |
| Gotta get outta town then pack it up |
| Killin' me soft Roberta Flack it up |
| All of my pimps gotta mack it up |
| Cuties with booties better back it up |
| Put 'em on the wall just tack it up |
| Everybody take your hands and smack it up |
| Photo shoots are a daily thing, people linin' up just to hear me sing |
| If you gimme a ring then I’ll be true, psyche I’m too young |
| And you’re a damn fool, you better stay in school and get good grades |
| Bag it on up don’t wanna catch aids like you wit diseases |
| And other stuff you try to battle my crew but we’re too damn tough |
| Powder puff, dandruff, little black hoody girl, huff and puff |
| And blow this house right on down everybody gettin' Krunk |
| In every town, the champion sound control the place |
| Stylistic gals in a rude boy face no time to waste let’s get it on |
| Get up and do your thing to this song |
| Knock 'em out the box and jack it up |
| Turn it back around and crack it up |
| Gotta get outta town then pack it up |
| Killin' me soft Roberta Flack it up |
| All of my pimps gotta mack it up |
| Cuties with booties better back it up |
| Put 'em on the wall just tack it up |
| Everybody take your hands and smack it up |
| Knock 'em out the box and jack it up |
| Turn it back around and crack it up |
| Gotta get outta town then pack it up |
| Killin' me soft Roberta Flack it up |
| All of my pimps gotta mack it up |
| Cuties with booties better back it up |
| Put 'em on the wall just tack it up |
| Everybody take your hands and smack it up |