Artist: Big K.R.I.T. f/ Lloyd Album: 4eva Is a Mighty Long Time Song: 1999 Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Lloyd] Aww, yeah Drop it for a nigga - that ass up [Chorus: Lloyd] +Back That Azz Up+ like it's 1999 (Back it up, girl) +Back That Azz Up+ like it's 1999 (Back it up, girl) +Back That Azz Up+ like it's 1999 (Back it up, girl) Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo' time (Ohh!) Girl you workin with some ass yeah, you bad yeah Make a nigga spend his cash yeah, his last yeah (Girl, you know you bad) Girl you workin with some ass yeah, you bad yeah Make a nigga spend his cash - IIIII DO LOVE YOU [Big K.R.I.T.] She say I only love the way she drop it, well maybe so She say I'll prob'ly leave if she don't pop it, we'll never know Cause she get down on it, scrub the ground on it, with no shame Give her time on it, roll around on it, do her thang I ain't, the type to trick but she go hard for the cause Type to bus' it open wide and have me close down the mall We ain't, gotta take it slow, she's a hit-the-do' Let it show, for the give and go, get it on the flo' Whoa, ayy~! Shake it like you never ever got to shake it If pussy poppin was a college, she done graduated She need a bow for that ass just to celebrate it A lot of clappin and a standing ovation when she... [Chorus] [Lloyd] I be in the streets with my woes And I be on the creep all the time with these hoes Can't help that I'm a freak and it shows See I be eatin pussy, kissin titties, suckin toes Million dollar nigga since a young'n And if the police comin then I'm runnin And if I go to jail then my baby post the bail Nigga, nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin She got some ugly ass ways Aww~! But she sho' look fine She know how to blow my mind When she drop that ass for me like it's 1999 [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] You know I love you shawty, or maybe I'm just kiddin But the way you pop dat pop dat pussy, shit I'm all up in it, tightly fitted Bounce dat ass up, got to climb up the pole If she ever hit the stage, I'ma be at her show Cause she my favorite life, favorite type That bus' it open, bus' it baby, but she ladylike Ohh, I'm talkin head wraps and sundresses, heels for her flexin Ain't no time, she won't lend me that box, it need stretching On the late night She got the kind of glove to catch me if the play's right That fly her out, you and that ass have a safe flight And I'ma be there when she lands Cause she never stood a chance in that bow-legged stance, told her... [Chorus]