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B-Boy, where the fuck you at? |
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I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past. |
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Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper. |
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Before I make you suffer That's when you had enough-a |
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Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot? |
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Surely I can, if you the man. |
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I get loose and produce large amounts of juice. |
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Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy to enter me ang |
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get it on. |
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You're gettin' warm. |
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I can feel you getting closer. |
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Now baby, down this Mimosa. |
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You better believe it's time to give a toast to. |
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The woman of the decade, too bad to be played. |
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Get vex and I'm bound to throw shade. |
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All over your body. |
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Who's body? |
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You're body. |
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I can rock a party like nobody. |
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Leavin' time to take home the loot. |
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Choosy about who I let knock my boots. |
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Now let me take sight while your lovin' the Lyte. |
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Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right. |
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CHORUS: |
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Keep On' Keepin On, Cause you came and you changed my world. |
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Your love so brand new. Keep on keep kickin' on. Doin it right, right, |
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right... Ah, ah, ah.... |
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Beware of the stare when I step into peace. |
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I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released. |
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Now who from the chosen shall I choose? |
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Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes. |
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I found me a new nigga this year. |
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That know's how to handle this here. |
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Now I look forward to goin' home at night. |
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Brother does mo right. |
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Under the candlelight. |
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Wax upon my back, can I handle all of that? |
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I guess I can. |
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Can I, why not? |
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If I wanna guess I can. Can I? |
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More honey than a bumble-bee hive. |
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Pulling 69 ways in my archive. |
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Sweet like licorice. |
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Sugar for my booga. |
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Juicy like Hi-C. Or an Icee. |
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I got shit to make your ass write a bad check. |
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Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat. |
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Beat on my drum if you feel the need to. |
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As I procede to Open up and feed you. |
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I got a longing to put you where you wanna be. |
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Been I can, I get rid of all company. |
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CHORUS |
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Many have tried strict regulation. |
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Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation. |
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Those that didn't perform well. |
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They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell. |
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You're playing with my time. |
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Trying to jerk me hurt me then dessert me. |
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You better work me. |
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While you got the oppurtunity. |
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To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E. |
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Only the strong survive. |
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Only the wise excel. |
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Once said by my born-in-hell. |
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Only the lonely die slowly. |
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Left all alone try to control me. |
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Easy does it never ask how was it. |
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Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets. |
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Cause that ain't cool. And that ain't cute. |
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To talk about who knocked the boots on a video shoot. |
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But it's all good, though you gotta get it when you want it. |
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Like your prey, make your move and hop up on it. |
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It's natural. Never be ashamed. |
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Fuck the fame. Get the name, and kick the game. |
