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(feat. Teena Marie) |
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[Intro] |
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Uh, uh, stop. Stop, don't... |
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Don't ever do that... No... |
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Because, I know if I let you it's gon' be all around town |
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And I just don't have my business sounding like that |
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You know what, you don't know how to keep no secret |
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I mean when this song is gon' be out, people are gonna know my sh's the bomb |
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And I'm not worried about that. Uh, uh, no, stop |
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Don't, don't, stop, stop. Aight, you gon' get yourself in some trouble |
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Alright let's do it... |
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[Verse 1] |
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Damn, this a trip I know he wanted to get at me |
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Jumped into my hoopdie wanna feel something ??? |
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Knockin' for a head of this bump... |
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Flava I give it to him now if he don't tell later |
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Patience baby, don't rush, it's been too long and I just can't give it up |
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It's vigin material, gotta watch what I'm doin' |
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I can't hand it to everyone just because they rulin' |
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But I let you cause I sweat you and your style is unique |
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You just don't have your business all in the street |
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So people, slide it in and press play |
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Let me take you for a ride around my way, okay |
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[Chorus: Teena Marie] |
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All you do is push it in, then you push it out |
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That's the dance we call the push |
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If you got it let me hear you shout [x2] |
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...Push out, and, push out, and, push out, and push out, and in |
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Go 'head, go 'head let your body work |
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Go 'head let your body jerk |
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[Verse 2] |
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Hot of the wax, wait till you hit the back |
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The B-Side is the bomb, word to Mom... |
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Check the material, juicy like cereal |
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'95 flava, a year later... |
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You know it's poppin and ain't no stoppin' my beat |
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The techniques you use are those of a freak |
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Sit back and observe, right next to the kerb |
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Gettin' it on, Daddy got nerve... |
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You know I let cause I sweat you and your style is unique |
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You just don't have your business all in the street |
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So people, slide it in and press play |
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Let me take you for a ride around my way, okay |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Be honest with me when it's done |
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Don't be callin' me Mommy if I ain't number one |
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Aight son, what you think, tell me if this shit stinks |
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So let you here before we hit the streets |
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Do I... have enough funk in my trunk |
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To make a fella do right or make a fella do wrong |
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Was it better from the back on every track |
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I won't be offended if you say this shit is wack |
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See, you know I let you cause I sweat you and your style is unique |
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You just don't have your business all in the street |
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So people, slide it in and press play |
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Let me take for a ride around my way, okay |
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[Chorus] |
