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Ahh yeah mic check 1, 2 |
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Eightball and MJG space-age forever |
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(Eightball) |
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It was some what early, I was on my way |
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To get me some hay from my nigga in the Tray |
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And a four of that drank to go with my dank |
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It makes me lean all day |
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About three, I'm full of them trees |
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A dog wanna hunt for a pack of fleas |
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Can I get me a freezy please |
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These H-Town freaks be a hundred degrees |
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It felt like a dream, sittin' on the lot at Dairy Queen |
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Very clean, in my dirty three pullin' machine |
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Jeans with tightly packed booty caught my eyes |
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My mind started to wonder about the prize between her thighs |
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She caught me lookin' grinnin' |
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Sharing my thoughts of late night sinnin' |
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Hey baby can I speak to you (Naw, naw you probably got plenty women) |
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Damn, how you gonna shoot a playa down |
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Before the conversation gets started baby |
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Ain't you done seen me and MJG on BET with J-O-E |
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Anyway, I wonder if we could set this thing off properly |
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Jet to one of my properties and blow a bag of that broccoli |
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Possibly, we could be, more than friends if you let it be |
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Imagine it, you and me, in the middle of the night |
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(Hook) |
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In the middle of the night, you can do it so right |
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You could feel real good, lay your head back |
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Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good |
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And tell me lil' something that I really wanna hear, baby have no fear |
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I'll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year so bring it over here |
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In the middle of the night, you can do it so right |
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You could feel real good, lay your head back |
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Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good |
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And tell me lil' something that I really wanna hear, baby have no fear |
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I'll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year so bring it over here |
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In the middle of the night |
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(MJG) |
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I was chillin' at the bar, girl gave me the eye |
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So I had to start a conversation took by vision of my bone |
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Made me feel this chick was on |
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She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week) |
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And so I said in my mind |
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That's a line of a flat down straight up ho down freak |
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Then I pulled her to the side and I asked her what's up |
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She said (What's on ya mind) |
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I said well if ya thinkin' what I'm thinkin' |
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We straight ya ain't gonna waste my time |
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Then I shuffled to the bar |
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Done missed the stuff that was goin' at the affair |
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Then as I came to the corner of the wall |
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I noticed that the girl was just standin' there |
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And then she gave me a look |
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Not an ordinary look but a look that made me thank |
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Did she wanna romance, did she wanna hit and run |
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Man, she out to try to count my bank |
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Now I was sippin' on the Hen and she approached me again |
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Choosin' on the playa with a grin, telling her friend |
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(Girl, I'ma be a lil' late gettin' in) |
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Now I was feelin' kind of hot in the spot |
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Gotta figure out a way to get my temperature down |
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Hit the town, ran a red to the hip without a flip |
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Without all these windows is around |
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Let's me and you do what we gotta do to get through |
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The rest of this episode, hold on tight |
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Let's re-write in the middle of the night |
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(Hook) |
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(MJG) |
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I'm on late night mission top let down |
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That's the way I gotta flip when I be |
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Feelin' 'ike I wanna take a dip in the wind |
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Night-life livin' all the way to the end |
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It's just something bout the moon and the stars |
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And the dark blue sky that turns me on |
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I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down |
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Gotta get better believe I'm gone |
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Now you can call me the vampire type |
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Batman livin' in a cave no lights |
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Seem too bright MJ outta sight |
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Never gotta fuss plus I never gotta fight |
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I might make another round through the Mound |
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Gotta get a sack of hay to make my trip complete |
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Look at all the women still hangin' in the streets |
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Temptation is an animal hard for me to beat |
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But as I creep through the midnight |
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Checkin' out the few tail I'd like to get right quick |
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Got my hand on my tone if a crook try to get me |
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Then a crook gonna wind up sick |
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I need to find a way to spend my time |
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Situation dirty, gotta erase my mind |
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Hangin' out to dry like clothes on a line |
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Everything fine, just like wine |
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Ain't nothin' shakin' but the leaves in the trees |
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Young women knees in a fresh set of keys |
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Now I'm fixin' to break em' to the birds and the bees |
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MJ put the P in tha ABC |
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In the morning I'ma stay up in the bed |
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Reaching for the cup filled up with ice |
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Blend it in with that H2O coolin' me off from my flight |
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(Hook x3) |
