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[** feat. Chali 2na, Joyo Velarde:] |
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[Intro: ~Joyo Velarde~] |
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Get up, get down, get on the floor* |
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C'mon, ain't that what y'all came here for? |
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Get off the wall, on the count of four |
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C'mon un, deux, trois... |
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[Lyrics Born:] |
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I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death |
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I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death |
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I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death |
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I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death |
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Who's really wit me? Goin city to city |
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Doin it real big, it ain't a thang if any |
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Baby, y'all ain't ready; I'm so exquisite |
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So clean, so sharp, chopped like a machete |
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Wanna taste of Remy - gimme Amaretti |
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and some 5150, y'all know already |
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Get crunk, go dumb, go stupid, go silly |
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'Cause life's too short, baby, I ain't trippin |
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All my fellas wit' me, need to get on your grizzy |
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Too many winners in the building no to put your bid in |
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All the women in the vicinity lookin so pretty |
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Make it really difficult for me to stay committed (HEY!) |
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[Chorus (2x):] |
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I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death |
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I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death |
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I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death |
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I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death |
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[Chali 2na:] |
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Who the syllable killa, slash verbal guerilla? |
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Thinkin ain't nobody illa than the one in the mirror |
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2na comin equipped, and I'm runnin my script |
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like information from an anonymous tip |
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Marijuana we twist, and if I don't get lit |
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Make a bundle from the words that we mumble and spit |
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While the party people move to the sure-shot groove |
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Ain't got shit to prove cause we comin legit |
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Men, women, and children, Manphib in the building |
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More than a civilian, shit, I'm one in a million |
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Killin 'em until you notice that I'm not the rest |
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Makin heat that'll stop yo' breath, watch yo' step |
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[Repeat Chorus (2x):] |
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[Joyo Velarde:] |
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Get up, get down, get on the floor |
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C'mon, ain't that what y'all came here for? |
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Get off the wall, on the count of four |
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C'mon un, deux, trois... |
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One step, two step-out tonight |
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Like TNT, we dynamite |
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Get off the wall on the count of four |
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C'mon, un, deux, trois... |
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[Lyrics Born:] |
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Uh, who's really wit' me? Goin city to city |
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By the way that people feel me you would think I was Diddy |
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Cause I'm makin a killin, and I'm sittin so pretty |
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Ridin high like a hippie in the Coupe DeVilly |
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Who wanna get wit' me? Y'all thinkin y'all witty |
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Y'all ain't sayin nothin and your sound is tinny |
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Really stop bein silly, y'all bein so petty |
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Quit cryin like a baby, get up off the titty (HEY!) |
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Light it up like Teddy, 'cause I'm +Raw+ like Eddie |
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Tear it up, tear it down, shred it like confetti |
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Then I'm jetty like a Chevy on fresh Pirellis |
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I'm talking "Venni Vetti Vicci", baby, the rest is history |
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[Repeat Chorus (2x):] |
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[Outro: ~Joyo Velarde~] |
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Get up, get down, get on the floor |
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C'mon, ain't that what y'all came here for? |
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Get off the wall, on the count of four |
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C'mon un, deux, trois... |
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One step, two step-out tonight |
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Like TNT, we dynamite |
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Get off the wall on the count of four |
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C'mon, un...deux.... |
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Un, deux, trois! |