| Here we are. | 
| Bobby, I was just wondering, you know | 
| About me and you, tonight | 
| If we could go to a little Rhumba | 
| Dance, you just think about it and let me know | 
| Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba | 
| Ven baila, conmigo en esta Rhumba | 
| Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba | 
| Ven baila, conmigo en esta Rhumba | 
| Rhumba? | 
| What’s Rhumba? | 
| I’m sayin though, what? | 
| I’m sayin. | 
| Yo, what up Butter Pec'? | 
| Girl, you got me shy to speak | 
| You the same dime piece that I saw last week | 
| On the dancefloor, yo, the way you bligh | 
| Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide | 
| Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink | 
| Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync' | 
| My name is Bobby and I don’t usually dance that much | 
| I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch | 
| That lured me in like a fly into the spider’s web | 
| Not these everyday hoes sweatin ghetto celebs | 
| Powerule, I heard you got the good Power-U | 
| Let’s slip to my crib for an hour or two | 
| Hey, hey, hey. | 
| Uh, uh, uh, uh. | 
| Eh eh eh eh eh. | 
| Hey Butter Pecan what’s that lingo you speakin? | 
| It sound like, let’s me and you slide for the weekend (True) | 
| I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in Your popi two-way beefin, let him know that you cheatin | 
| Runnin 'round indecent exposed without no clothes | 
| There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows | 
| You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose | 
| We can play doctor soon as I drop out ya bows | 
| I don’t wanna dance baby girl, it’s like my legs is on strike | 
| Boogie that ass to the bar, snatch a Remi, no ice | 
| I’m in the corner, we can vibe all night | 
| Polite, I need a bag of that grass | 
| To blast me out of sight like a satellite | 
| Bigga what up? | 
| Yo, long time, good to see you | 
| Look at shorty ass shakin like the system in my vehicle | 
| Clubbin, 20 deep, buggin, all types of funny freaks | 
| Mouths wide shut, we let our love for the money speak | 
| Yo Open season, open fire, Beretta barbed wire | 
| First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle | 
| Up in the club with the pistol | 
| This chick bumped into me like, «You Dig', you ain’t official» | 
| Indeed, so? | 
| Blow out your back, yo She was like, «Yo, nigro, nigro» | 
| Puffin all that trash, you best to see so (so so) | 
| So I introduced her nightcap, she was like, «I like that» | 
| Later on tonight, you know, I gotta spit that | 
| Flow and a half, blow at her back | 
| I like it rough, and I hope she’s rough back | 
| She was like say her name | 
| I was like, «Say mine back» | 
| She was like, «Yo, daddy, daddy, daddy» | 
| I love it like that, Beretta stay givin it Power-U so good, I just might have to jizz in it |