Crooked Booty

Make ya, and shake yo shit (woo lord)

I am puttin poetry into motion my addiction is overdosing from a natural high

Supplyin the soul with that unmistakinable mystical magical feelin that your money can't buy

Becomin a slave to the rhythm there's no way that you could stop me now I'd like to see you try

Because I'm already long gone don't be scared for me baby just blow me a kiss good bye