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(Uh-huh) (turn it up)
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Let it rain
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Come on
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go
This crazy, all night spendin' my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin' X and O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa
Did I think I seen shawty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes
She had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Hey, shawty what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones
Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack, come on, two stacks, come on
Three stacks, come on, now that's three grand
What you think I'm playin' baby girl?
I'm the man, I invented rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was over, that Henny and cola got me like a soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oh me, I was just like a clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Whoa shawty, yeah, she was worth the money
Lil' mama took my cash, and I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back, got her them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack, I had to handle that
I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin'
Make me want it, two in the mornin'
I'm zonin' and them rose bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that gwap
Gal was fly just like my Glock
Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Come on
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Let it rain
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Come on
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go
This crazy, all night spendin' my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin' X and O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa
Did I think I seen shawty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes
She had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Hey, shawty what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones
Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack, come on, two stacks, come on
Three stacks, come on, now that's three grand
What you think I'm playin' baby girl?
I'm the man, I invented rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was over, that Henny and cola got me like a soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oh me, I was just like a clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Whoa shawty, yeah, she was worth the money
Lil' mama took my cash, and I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back, got her them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack, I had to handle that
I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin'
Make me want it, two in the mornin'
I'm zonin' and them rose bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that gwap
Gal was fly just like my Glock
Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Come on
Lyrics submitted by bobbiealison
Low Lyrics as written by Korey Roberson Montay Desmond Humphrey
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Another rap song about sex... any surprise there? Is it just me, or does every rap song sound the same, and are about the same things?
Why do girls listen to songs like this? These songs do not respect women in any way. If we all treated women like this, we would have to go through women's rights all over again. Women who listen to this are hypocrates in my eyes.
If songs like this are mainstream and "fuckin badass!!" Then this world is messed up.
This takes no talent to make. In a band there is a drum beat, a base line, a lead guitar, sometimes a rhythm guitar, and a SINGER. And usually when a band has a rhythm guitar, the singer has it, so they have to be especially talented to sing and play the guitar at the same time.
However in this, there is a baseline, and one or two guys "rapping" about how they want to have sex with some girl they just met at a club.
When they rap, they do two or three different notes, then to mix it up, they rap lower, for like 2 beats, during the chorus so you don't realize that the rest of the song is the same. That just gets repetative and annoying. That's the only reason it gets stuck in your head.
My opinion: I hate this song. Yeah, there's a hater on the first page.
I agree. Songs like this kinda make me feel sick and depressed that idiots will just dance to this without thinking about it, but have some faith in the genre. It's extremely difficult to write decent hip-hop, and unfortunately mainsteam music tends to deliver you all the shit. I'm actually more of an alternative/indie listener but you should check these artists out - they're amazing.<br /> <br /> Lupe fiasco - Superstar, The Coolest, Intruder Alert, Hip-hop saved my life, Little Weapon... hell listen to his entire discography! And he's a mainstream artist {Thank god!}<br /> <br /> Mos Def, Talib Kweli and Blackstar<br /> <br /> Sway Dasafo<br /> <br /> Common<br /> <br /> Saul Williams {Coded Launguage}<br /> <br /> Dan le Sac Vs. Scroobius Pip<br /> <br /> And those are just a few. Rap music isn't all about sex and degrading women, it just sort of depends who you choose to listen to.
Love the beat...hate the fact that this is just about the girls body. >>
i still have no idea what apple bottom jeans are, but it's good to see that someone can still get a charting single using nothing more than a rhyming dictionary and some garbled nonsense. don't get me wrong, i know this post is pretty negi but i do think it's a great tune, i love a dance to a sweet beat as much as the next boy. i just think it doesn't really need any lyrics, he might as well just make some cool noises or something, random animal sounds or try his hand at some east coast beatboxing, make it up as he goes along so it's different each time they perform it. i'm assuming they perform? i don't know. i have no idea. everyone seems to run to backing tracks these days. sigh.
as an example; i'm whining on about such poetic and moving stanzas as:
"That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola Got me like a Soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover Shorty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to fold her, Like a pornography poster She showed her"
and
"I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin They be want it two in the mornin I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shorty did that pop and lock, Had to break her off that gwap Gah it was fly just like my glock"
seriously. what? did you just get a list of words that rhymed and try to make a story from them? no disrespect, but true MC's develop their command of the english (lol, american) language to such a point that they can take exactly what they want to say and flow it to a beat with rhyme; syntax and meaning remaining intact. this language we share lends itself perfectly to the art of musical poetry because it just has so many damn synonyms. it's overkill, so make the most of it. read a book. learn some new words. use them.
perhaps this was a bad song to pick for my bitching but it's such a great example of the complete lack of lyrical integrity in pop music these days. i'll admit that yellow submarine made no sense to me either but at least it meant something to the beatles when they wrote it. this song bears literally no meaningful merit beyond that of a cheap candy fix after school, albeit eaten on the way to some pseudomacho gunfight in the bronx. except you're from florida where everyone is either dying or dead (yeh, i've seen cocoon)
and props to gollygee for having just discovered the internet. i agree with you completely my friend but you'll soon learn that arguing a point like that on a forum is utterly pointless, because the web is mostly populated by impudent morons convinced that their own super-opinion is the gospel version of reality with no room for doubt or question, a watertight and verbatim facsimile of the shattering word of god himself.
who, by the way, also runs to a backing track these days. sigh.
This song is a little thing I like to call crappy hip hop. Girls who like this song tend to not hear the lyrics just the "cool" beat if they happen to listen to the lyrics they would see how demeaning it is to women. Guys who like the song tend to like the idea of women as sex objects. Sigh. There are too many of these songs. PUNK CABARET IS FREEDOM!!
ummm how about the lyrics??? not the ones u remember....
Fucking pimp song, but this guy posts the intro + chorus?
im pretty sure its shawty not shortie
soo g
I love this song, but you totally missed some of the lyrics like you didn't even post part of the lyrics at the end. Plus it's shawty not shorty.
This should be the lyrics:
[Chorus:] Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 1:] I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go, This crazy all night spendin my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show So sexual, she was flexible Professional, drinkin X and ooo Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I Whoa Did I think I seen shorty get low Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain, I'm makin it snow Work the pole, I got the bank roll Imma say that I prefer them no clothes I'm into that, I love women exposed She threw it back at me, I gave her more Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes
She had them
[Chorus:] Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 2:] Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home My jeans full of gwap And they ready for Shones Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on) Two stacks (come on) Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand) [ Low lyrics found on completealbumlyrics.com ] What you think I'm playin baby girl I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola Got me like a Soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover Shorty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to fold her, Like a pornography poster She showed her
[Chorus:] Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 3:] Whoa Shawty Yea she was worth the money Lil mama took my cash, And I ain't want it back, The way she bit that rag, Got her them paper stacks, Tattoo Above her crack, I had to handle that,
I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin They be want it two in the mornin I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shorty did that pop and lock, Had to break her off that gwap Gah it was fly just like my glock
[Chorus:] Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low
C'mon