conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Smack That (Remix) with the following description: Written By M. Mathers, A. Thiam, M. Strange, L.
  A Remix Of the first single from Akon’s second album, Konvicted,
  It features Akon’s unused lyrics and unused beat Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Akon]
  Shady, Konvict, Upfront
  [Pre-Chorus: Akon]
  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
  [Chorus: Akon]
  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
  [Verse 1: Akon]
  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 [Pre-Chorus: Akon]
  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
  [Chorus: Akon]
  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!)
  [Verse 2: Stat Quo]
  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! [Pre-Chorus: Akon]
  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
  [Chorus: Akon]
  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, it's Bobby Creek, know what I'm sayin'?)
  [Verse 3: Bobby Creekwater]
  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 ape 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? [Pre-Chorus: Akon]
  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
  [Chorus: Akon]
  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