Smack That
Akon Stat Quo Bobby Creekwater Lyrics
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Konvict
Upfront
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Shorty, if you wanna ride, you can ride on me
We can bump heads and collide on me
Want beef? Damn right, can rely on me
To bring that Campbell like Naomi
Just pull that girl and take it on easy
Lookin' all oiled-up and all greasy
'Bout that time you stop that teasin'
Way that you drop done got me here cheesin'
What's funny is that you takin' all my money for real
I'd rather spend it on you right now than my homie's bail
And I can see that's what you're made fo'
And ain't ever been no lame ho
With that booty bought and paid fo'
Won't move 'til you on my payroll
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh (yeah, yeah, Stat Quo! Ahhh!)
I love when you do it
Girl, move to it like you're used to it
Drop it down, I want to put my thing through it
To the crib we go, go fast and slow
Make it twirl like a stripper, slide down my pole
Shorty ass so swole, got your boy like, "Whoa!"
One night with me, now she wanna marry Stat Quo
But I'm like, "No, let's keep it on the low
On occasion let me come through and tap that hole."
Make you lose control and all her girls know
That I hit it right at night, I'm a pro
I only come 'round and get sexual
If she flexible and bisexual
I might stay around for a longer time
Only if, only if she can blow my mind
I can hurt that, murk that, work that spine
Now she in love and wants to be mine; Stat Quo, yeah!
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more (yeah, it's Bobby Creek, know what I'm sayin'?)
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
The ice in the watch reflects the light to her
The money quite green and the ice light bluer
The swag might kill her, so I said good night to her
She don't want me to leave, I can see right through her
So we dipped out, burn one, trip out
Get low like Caribbean limbo
Didn't go out like light, baby girl, get right
Head so swole my hat don't fit right
We can cruise in the car or we could take flight
The middle of the night, make your body eight-like
Mike Vick against the Eagles
Call myself a king 'cause I'm regal
To be this hot is not legal
But we don't care—listen, baby, it's a fact that
If you drop back I'ma quarterback sack that
We can go deep and I can shark attack that
Say you don't remember where your keys and your hat at?
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Hello
What up?
Hello
Yo I can't, I can't hear you
Let me call you right back
I sense someone's tappin' in to my phones
Why do, I got this feelin' in my palms I might die soon
The FBI might be tryna pull my file soon
I might be walkin' blindfold in to a typhoon
I might be seein' rockets light up the night sky
Right outside of the window of my livin' room
And if they do, then you say goodnight and bye-bye to them iTunes
If I don't try to record as much before I do
Yo yo yo
Hold up hold up
Bring that back to the top man
(Marshall Mathers)
The song "Smack That" by Akon, featuring Stat Quo and Bobby Creekwater, is a catchy and energetic track that centers around sexual interactions. The lyrics are quite explicit and encourage physical intimacy with the female partner. The song features Shady, Konvict, and Upfront, which is a reference to the record labels involved in the production. The opening verse sets the tone by describing how the singer feels his partner's presence while she creeps towards him. He proposes they spend the night together, possibly go to his place, and engage in sexual activity.
Throughout the song, the singers portray confidence and assertiveness in their sexual advances, while describing their partner's body in suggestive terms. The phrase "smack that" is used repeatedly in the chorus, calling for a physical interaction where the female partner is urged to bend over and let the male partner "smack" her. The lyrics are provocative and raise issues of sexual objectification and gender roles in society.
Overall, "Smack That" is a song that celebrates physical intimacy and sexual freedom. While it is not suitable for all audiences, the song resonates with a certain demographic that enjoys suggestive lyrics and provocative imagery.
Line by Line Meaning
I feel you creepin'
I sense someone's tappin' in to my phones
I can see it from my shadow
Why do, I got this feelin' in my palms I might die soon
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
I might be walkin' blindfold in to a typhoon
Maybe go to my place
I might be seein' rockets light up the night sky
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
Right outside of the window of my livin' room
And possibly bend you over
And if they do, then you say goodnight and bye-bye to them iTunes
Look back and watch me
If I don't try to record as much before I do
Smack that, all on the floor
Yo yo yo
Smack that, give me some more
Hold up hold up
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Bring that back to the top man
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
(Marshall Mathers)
I love when you do it
Hello
Girl, move to it like you're used to it
What up?
Drop it down, I want to put my thing through it
Hello
To the crib we go, go fast and slow
Yo I can't, I can't hear you
Make it twirl like a stripper, slide down my pole
Let me call you right back
Shorty ass so swole, got your boy like, 'Whoa!'
One night with me, now she wanna marry Stat Quo
But I'm like, 'No, let's keep it on the low
On occasion let me come through and tap that hole.'
Make you lose control and all her girls know
That I hit it right at night, I'm a pro
I only come 'round and get sexual
If she flexible and bisexual
I might stay around for a longer time
Only if, only if she can blow my mind
I can hurt that, murk that, work that spine
Now she in love and wants to be mine; Stat Quo, yeah!
The ice in the watch reflects the light to her
The money quite green and the ice light bluer
The swag might kill her, so I said good night to her
She don't want me to leave, I can see right through her
So we dipped out, burn one, trip out
Get low like Caribbean limbo
Didn't go out like light, baby girl, get right
Head so swole my hat don't fit right
We can cruise in the car or we could take flight
The middle of the night, make your body eight-like
Mike Vick against the Eagles
Call myself a king 'cause I'm regal
To be this hot is not legal
But we don't care—listen, baby, it's a fact that
If you drop back I'ma quarterback sack that
We can go deep and I can shark attack that
Say you don't remember where your keys and your hat at?
Hello
What up?
Hello
Yo I can't, I can't hear you
Let me call you right back
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more (yeah, it's Bobby Creek, know what I'm sayin'?)
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Michael Jr. Strange, Luis Edgardo Resto, Aliaume Damala Badara Thiam, Marshall B. Mathers Iii
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