Smack It Up Songtext
von Fannypack

Son, I just wanted to just take her hair and just yank her yo
Oh my God, you should′ve, you should have
I just wanna throw her down the stairs
I can't just stand her (oh my God)
Oh my, you know how it is? Yes I know girl, I know
You know? I know

Betcha didn′t know that I'd be back
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 (you had better smack with this)

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 (better smack with this)

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
Smack, smack 'em 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

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

Smack, smack 'em up, smack, smack ′em up
Smack, smack 'em up, smack, smack 'em up