yung from cali swag district
teach me how to dougie remix
lyrics

[Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri]

(J.D. you need to stop!)

You know what this need (this need me)

You know what this need (this need me)

Uh, I drop this in the club when I be DJ'n

From left to right, everybody start swaying

I be, I be seeing girls tapping n***as on the shoulder, saying

"Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie"

Then I pull it back, start it from the top, and all the b**hes love me

I'm the 24-hour stunner roadrunner n***a, can't catch me

Get green like Bill Bexby, damn I mean Bixby

Stay in the 6-speed, my corner in the club is where the f**ing chicks be

And the flicks be, popping like the red carpet

That California swag with a little college-park sh**

Fat a**, small waist, lil' Cali-Park chick

Came up to me, came-came up to me and said

"Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie"

If you really wanna know, then girl you gotta go to D-Town

"Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie"

But until then shawty, check me, check me out now

[Hook - Smoove]

Everybody love me

Every-everybody love me

Everybody love me

You ain't messing with my dougie

[Verse 2 - Smoove]

(Remix!)

They be like "Smoove, you know you gotta rip on the remix"

I'm telling these guards, "better work on your defense"

I'm Kobe in the clutch, you other n***as s**

And I'm no B. Jennings, getting Milwaukee Bucks!

What's the deal? I'm fresh like dougie and I keep getting p**y

Cause all my b**hes love me

And my swag bring em' in n***a not my money

It ain't tricking if you got it but I am no dummy

[Verse 3 - B.o.B]

Ay, they be like B.o.B, (What?) "how you do that in Atlanta?" (Yes)

She said she like my dougie now she jigging off my grammar

Well basically she got it down and dirty like Dianna

I got the Cali puff, you can't find that in Atlanta

I hit her with that flex till she getting preg

You heard what I said, hit her with a test, then she know what's next

I teach ya how to dougie, teach ya how to swag walk

I ain't talking about that swag that come in a plastic bag (Oh no)

This is ain't a infomercial, this does not come with a tag

I'll take the game, beat it up, and leave it on this bag

B.o.B. up on this track, in a Jason mask, so I'm finna hack

Everything in sight, nothing's left in tact

I'm, stuck to the seat with no seat-belt

Don't worry about me cause I don't need help

Ride around down A-Town up 85 with a phone on my hip

[Hook - Smoove]

Everybody love me

Every-everybody love me

Everybody love me

You ain't messing with my dougie

[Verse 4 - JayAre]

Had to remix it, cause I didn't mention

Me and M-Bone been taking down video vixens

007 boys, we be on missions

He gonna teach 'em how to dougie

I'mma make 'em do the dishes

f** these n***as, my palm itches

I get money, do good business

Teach em' how to dougie, God as my witness

Everybody dancing, and everybody listen (Ay!)

[Verse 5 - Red Cafe]

(6 minutes)

My dougie so fresh, I keep a bunch of fly misses

They all let me cut, no butterfly stitches

Fresher than Febreze, in the major league

Yes I'm the sh**, though I do attract fleas

Everyday I pop tags, I'm a fly motherf**er

I don't even drive, I'm so fly motherf**er

Big ole a**, body like Serena

Make it, make it go back and forth, is your name Aaliyah now

[Hook - Smoove]

Everybody love me

Every-everybody love me

Everybody love me

You ain't messing with my dougie

[Verse 6 - Yung]

Okay, my swagger on flight, my dougie so fresh

k** it dancing, now I'm on like wings on a jet

Shucks, we brought it to the hood, like a brand new set

Cali what I rep got the game by the neck

Something like a necklace, shout-out to Dallas, Texas

They taught me this dance, now these hoes cooking me breakfast

D-Town boogie, with a little Cali spin

Remix on the track, you know we had to get it in

[Verse 7 - Bow Wow]

Mr. Murk-A-Verse, k**a remixes

Young Bow Wizzle with that Cali Swag District

Backpack on, snap-back on

Modern day LL, girls can't leave him alone

Phantom two-tone, money too grown

If I stood on my wallet, I'd be 8 feet tall

Stelly Phel turn it up, I'm about to burn it up

Smoking on that Cali good got a n***a high as f**