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Yeah, so you called me last night |
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You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do |
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All excited over these football players and baseball players |
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Whassup? You lookin' for a million dollars or somethin'? |
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Man you kinda confused |
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Freak mode, I'ma have sex, so let 'em feel |
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Touch my private, my thing made of steel |
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Shootin' gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism |
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I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley |
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I'm on the hill, not North in Pete skill |
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Big Willie servin', now tell me how you femmes feel |
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I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top |
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People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop |
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I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down my way |
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Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday |
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The woman's out, the Phantom pushin' more clout |
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I'm watchin'? With Sam, drinkin' guinness stout |
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Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes |
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Union commissioned sex, government intelligence |
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What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant |
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Materialistic, ugly man is plastic |
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No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap |
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Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep |
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Interfere, in my spot and he's comin' here |
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She's in the white boots, breathin' in my ear |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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No affections, condom style, I got no yeast |
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Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East |
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Breakin' honies down, mackin' here to Petersburg |
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Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg |
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With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh |
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The right player, even if I choose odds |
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Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards |
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Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six trey |
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I'm on the case, jealous man steppin' in my way |
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Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot |
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Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group |
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He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop |
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Lyin' to you to get thrilled |
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Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo |
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I got a style if a brother wanna know |
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Smokin' that stink blunt, you still sniffin' blow |
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Nose runnin' on time with green slime |
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Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind |
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Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano |
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Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock |
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I'm in a two door, with bass comin' through your block |
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Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix |
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California butt, MC's suckin' more what |
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Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work |
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Jheri Curl Jones, spendin' cash on a skirt |
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Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben? |
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Brother is sly, fatback bacon |
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Still fakin', his voice chords achin' |
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You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex |
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Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex |
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I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson |
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The flasher, are you ready for action? |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump it |
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I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt naked |
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In a discotheques, don't tell me ladies can't take it |
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Just to have my drawers in a overcoat |
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My El Dorado lean, the black caddy float |
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Down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill |
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Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel |
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Suckin' on the hippie, on the Mississippi |
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Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie |
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Five and five, equal ten |
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Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again |
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Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb |
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Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm |
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You in my way my man, yo B excuse me |
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I didn't call your girl, why accuse me? |
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I think you're insecure, not sure |
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If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door |
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Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash |
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You can't clean, tell 'em black |
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He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act |
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Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks |
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You can't win, takin' shots like the Knicks |
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I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy |
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Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally |
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Pretty woman standin' there with her ugly man |
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I don't want to shake his hand |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt |
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Make up your mind, who you want to pump it |