[Will Smith]:

Yo Test? Show em how its done kid.

[Ron Artest]

Its me and big willy style
Ooo we getting silly now
In the club spendin fifty thou
Ooo Im getting dizzy now
Cuz its drink after drink homie
Now I cant 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 thats right Im tellin ya
Big Smitty and the baddest
Rollin VIP status so......

[Chorus]

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

[Will Smith]

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

[Ron Artest]

Yo Im so high
And thats no lie
Throw ya blunt up in the sky
Cause these niggas dont die
Now I might be quick to catch a tech
But I keep my bitches 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


[Thanks to poopymanmcgee for adding these lyrics]