Bowtie (feat. Sleepy Brown & Jazze Pha)

Girl you cut up

Girl you know you cut up

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Nasty Noompsy Knightingale

Fresh in that tuxedo

Cummerbund with no suspenders

My torpedo, you libido

Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)

I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys

To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this

Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy

Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker

You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor

Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream

She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things

Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)

In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where I's

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Oh, lord! How can it be so hard?

To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard

But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique

You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak

Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that

But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get that cat!

So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that

On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!

As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance

We look fine, right on time

As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play

Everybody's watching cause them furs just hit the door

While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor

To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need

Throw your hands up if you feel me! Throw your hands up if you feel me!

Cause we well designed, like the finest wine

Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why

I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny

So raise your hands to the sky cause we super fly

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me the gangsta mack

In the Cadillac! Yeah!