Head N Shoulders Lyrics

(featuring Gorilla Zoe and Yung Joc)

Play-N-Skillz
(Chorus: SupaSTAAR)
Go on bob ya head, go on work your shoulder (x3),
Ladies in the club let me see ya bend it over,
Now bend it over,
Now head n shoulder (x16).

(SupaSTAAR)
Wipe my shirt, wipe my feet,
Look at my eyes you can tell I'm geeked,
That's that calm, I'm on that gone,
I ain't going home till five in the morn,
Cup of Ciroc, fresh bomb fade,
Give your bitch my brush let her brush my wave,
Ed Hardy shades, a thousand dollar jeans,
Screaming Halle Berry to the girl of my dreams,
They be like that nigga there got swag,
They be like that nigga there act bad,
They be like that nigga there too cool,
LL SupaSTAAR too damn smooth,
I do a little that, I do a little this,
I wink a little eye, I blow a little kiss,
Mr. Halle Berry, I'm an ex pill roller,
Mr. Yes I sleep with your daughter,

(Chorus)
Go on bob ya head, go on work your shoulder (x3),
Ladies in the club let me see ya bend it over,
Now bend it over,
Now head n shoulder now (x16).

(Gorilla Zoe)
See a bitch on a bitch, I turned out somebody's daughter,
Told her treat her like Rosie, baby girl swallow,
Polla-tickin got a pornographic flick'n,
Got her body greased up like you was Church's fried chicken,
Told her I was finger lickin I got chickens in the kitchen,
First I get em then I whip em some of my ladies come up missin,
Talkin birdies, talkin blocks, talkin bricks, talkin pigeons,
My club love me all I gotta do is show to the club in a '76 Impala,
SportsCenter shawty EA Sports baller,
Doin the head n shoulder got her pickin up dollars,
The bitch tryin to holla but I really won't call her.

Go on bob ya head, go on work your shoulder (x3),
Ladies in the club let me see ya bend it over,
Now bend it over,
Now head n shoulder now (x16).

(Yung Joc)
Now work that head, shoulders, knees, toes,
She know she looks good so she puttin on a show,
She acting like she know me when I walk through the door,
Doin that roley poley man she drop it to the floor,
Like bim-bam, look back at it,
Please excuse my hands, aww man I had to grab it,
She rockin Louie Voutton heels, hundred dollar bills,
Ice around my neck damn near gave her the chills,
If I had to guess it, shawty independent,
She got her own crib, wanna pay a visit,
Knock knock who is it, time to get explicit,
Let me get acquainted with that kitty, let me kiss it,
Check my high q, I'm a brat pack maniac,
Check the IQ, I guess the girls a braniac,
She get it from her momma, and there ain't no changing that,
Tats on her titty, yeah that's where I'm aiming at.

(Chorus)
Go on bob ya head, go on work your shoulder (x3),
Ladies in the club let me see ya bend it over,
Now bend it over,
Now head n shoulder (x16).

(Ending: SupaSTAAR)
Now go head, then ya shoulder,
Now go head, then ya shoulder,
Now hit the Bobby, Bobby,
Now go on Bobby, Bobby
Now hit the Bobby, Bobby,
Now go on Bobby, Bobby,
Now, frank, frank, frank, frank, frank, frank, frank
Now, frank, frank, frank, frank,
Now go drop it to the ground, girl drop it to the ground,
Girl drop it to the ground, girl drop it to the ground.

(Thanks to Austin for these lyrics)