Lyrics:
Apple Bottom Jeans

[Chorus] She had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club lookin at her She hit the floor [She hit the floor]

ice, like Kobe right We sorta like Goldie right The way, we mode 'em right I could make you a celebrity overnight Girl I see you, in them apple bottom jeans

I'm gone make my words important so If I slip away, if I die today the last thing you remember won't Be about some apple bottom jeans with the boots

said to me She said (Paradise) That's what she said it would be 'Cuz she was, the definition of a ghetto queen And you should see that apple bottom in jeans

up) Let's get it started (Go ahead an' shake your butt) I'm lookin' for a girl I can **** in my Hummer truck Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' **** Some

-get it shawty, get it shawty Get it shawty, get it shawty, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Jeans tight, high heels, this is how you make me feel Lips glossed, teeth white, apple bottoms

eyelashes, your darkskin flavor Every morning going to school on the elevator Soft and nicely, the girl entice me Diamonds on her watch, she rock her ice B With a North Face coat, apple bottom jeans

pocket My release date bitch, I'm running in ya pockets Who you talking to You don't make bitch, bitch I make you Yeah I'm taking all that Them Apple Bottom jeans

drop drop (Flo Rida, DJ Laz, Poboy) Hey! I wanna see you move and shake it Drop it shorty, lil mama got the body Uh huh, slim waist and Apple Bottoms