Will Smith:

Yo ‘Test? Show ‘em how it’s done, kid.

Ron Artest

It’s me and big willy style
Ooo we getting silly now
In the club spendin’ fifty thou
Ooo I’m getting dizzy now
‘Cuz, it’s drink after drink, homie
Now I can’t even think, homie
Bitches tuggin’ on my shirt
Sayin’ they got somethin’ to show me

Will Smith

Yo when me and ‘Test roll up in the Ferrari…say sorry
Bottles and Models
Yeah, we about to party
Bel Aire to Philadelphia
Yeah that’s right, I’m tellin’ ya
Big Smitty and the baddest
Rollin VIP status so……

Chorus

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OOOH
GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY
YEAH
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Will Smith

So what’s up with me and Jada
Yo homes, smell ya lata!
I eat these wack emcees like they was a fried potata

Ron Artest

Yo I’m so high
And that’s no lie
Throw ya blunt up in the sky
Cause these niggas don’t die
Now I might be quick to get a tech
But I keep my girls in check
Punch ‘em in the neck
With the utmost respect

Chorus x2

GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY
OOOH
GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY
YEAH
GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY
OOOH
GIMME DAT BOOTY WOOTY, DAT BOOTY WOOTY