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Black Summer Party: Best Of, Vol. 4
Disc 1
01. The Sweet Escape
02. Give It to Me
03. Because of You
04. Promiscuous
05. Ridin’
06. Smack That
07. Buttons
08. You Know I’m No Good
09. It’s Okay (One Blood)
10. Chain Hang Low
11. That’s That Shit
12. Like a Boy
13. Window Shopper
14. Touch It
15. Put It Down
16. Fergalicious
17. Boogie 2nite
18. Hit Me Up
19. Hip Hop Is Dead
20. Louder
Disc 2
01. Unfaithful
02. Save Room
03. Anonymous
04. Rush the Floor
05. Say I
06. Hands Up
07. No Diggity
08. The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)
09. E.I.
10. Area Codes
11. Joints & Jam
12. Mr. Wendal
13. My Band
14. Guilty Conscience
15. Gin and Juice
16. Wanted Dead or Alive
17. Mama Said Knock You Out
18. O.P.P.
19. Push It
Yeah, that's right, I like that
The royal penis is clean Your Highness
Thank you, uh uh, Snoop, Kells
You know how we get down

I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like that's that shit
I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that shit

In the spot where the girls go wild, dancin' titty bar style
I'm like that's that shit
Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey!
Let me hear you say that's that shit

Let's get this party jumpin', me and Kel gon' get it bumpin'
They humpin' like when it's over, we gon' all get into somethin'
The Dogg is fresh, Southside without a vest
Nothin' on my chest but these ladies up out the Midwest

I must confess that in the Chi you so blessed
Leavin' nothin' on my mind but Doggy, you and safe sex
This ain't a test you fuckin' with a cold mess
Meet me in Chicago let me get you to this real West

It's real strong, real fat and real long
Doggies in the building holdin' somethin' they can feel up on
And once they get it somethin' they can build up on
Take that skinny nigga home, work that fillin' till it's gone

Get that home grown put that shit on Daddy long
I know how you ladies do it T-shirt with no panties on
Let's get this shit crackin', Kell and Doggy Dogg in action
If you in here all alone you might get this dog bone

I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like that's that shit
I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that shit

In the spot where the girls go wild, dancin' titty bar style
I'm like that's that shit
Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey!
Let me hear you say that's that shit

Dippin' low, Six-Four hundred spokes and chronic smoke
All these ladies on the floor 'cause they know what we in here for
Dogg and Kelly came to ball, get your ass up off the wall
Let that middle wiggle, now make that shit fall

Not just one, but all y'all, move it like you want it all
Let me see you bounce it for me, work that shit for Doggy Dogg
You got to do it, is that your crew? Bring 'em too
Come here let me take you through it, then once Kelly get into it

We can get this after party poppin' everybody
Got themselves another body
Knockin' out without protection though that's my confession
But at the spot if you just think you're gonna listen, you can drop it like it's hot

Hold up, I came to cool out, lay back and get blown
Maybe Henny, maybe gin, a couple shots of Patron
And if you didn't you missed it but now it's known
That this that shit, Kells sing that song, c'mon

I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like that's that shit
I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that shit

In the spot where the girls go wild, dancin' titty bar style
I'm like that's that shit
Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey!
Let me hear you say that's that shit

So if you think you got the bomb, shit, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa, holla at a playa
And if you lookin' for some good sex, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa, holla at a playa

Girl if you ever in the 312, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa, holla at a playa
And if you're ever in the 213, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa, holla at a playa

I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like that's that shit
I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that shit

In the spot where the girls go wild, dancin' titty bar style
I'm like that's that shit
Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey!
Let me hear you say that's that shit