Prod. Kido 4 President
Lyrics:
I bow to the forefathers of Bow music. But that was then, and this is Bow.
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Now clear out the dance floor like a snowplow
It's time for the real ones to get down
Set your beer to the side, tie your laces tight
This is a real Midwest get down
Now bow, bow, bow, bow
If you're scared, muhfucka then sit down
You're hating, then get out
This is the big town, this is the big time
Everybody get in line
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Let me see what you got in your repertoire
Make a man want to drink the whole reservoir
Baby, stomp it out like a stegosaur
Whoo, whoo, gotta check the temperature
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Yea I know I'm kinda slick, I get around
Ay, that booty on your body really round
Uffda, that was really rough, let me get another round
Bow, bow, bow, bow
I don't need a beat to get freaky
I'll show you my new move, just don't leak it
Yea we can mix it up in the beaker
Cause every good party needs a liter
I need a cyberpunk chick like Alita
I'm looking for a little Lolita
Feet quick like a cheetah
Hat down, incognito
I put the lime in the coconut and give her a margarita
That's just what I be on
Bow, bow, bow, bow
If you're mad muhfucka, go to church
This floor is for dancing, not for your dirt
So clean up your act and come with a purpose
Bow, bow, bow, bow
It don't matter what time of week it is
Let me see you work those knees real quick
And throw up a couple G's if you feel like it
Bow, bow, bow, bow
I mean you say I can't dance
But why am I still pulling ass off the dance floor
Every single color like a rainbow
Nothing out of my range though
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Now who loves dancing
Let me see you put your hands up
I'm in the fan club
Meeting a lot of randoms
Do it for your man dem
Or your grandson
If you're from Milwaukee or ya know the city, you know what's about to happen when you start to hear those Bows come in.
Bow, bow, bow, bow
