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We talk about Nina |
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We talk about Nina |
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We talk about Nina...Nina Ross |
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[Verse One] |
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Ha ha ha ha ha |
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Check out this bizarre |
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Story that I got about this chick and her car |
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I met her at this bar in Philly called 'the mall' |
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True school party and I'm feelin like a star |
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I'm chilling with the boys |
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We out to make some noise |
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Searching for a misses, mission search & destroy |
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You know the hit & run |
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You smash then you dash |
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Or you could fall in love soon as you get that ass |
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But me I was just chillin' |
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That's really not my thing |
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Tonic with some lime and I'm scoping out the scene |
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Then I seen Miss Thing |
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I locked her in my sights |
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Vision of perfection, my obsession for the night |
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Is she black or she white |
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Or another slight mix? |
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Mexican or Asian, dark-skin white chick |
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I know that's my thing |
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I jumped on it quick |
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Thicker than a snicker, had to kick it to the miss |
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She said, "My name is Nina" |
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I said, "(spanish) |
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You know I'm a musician with a penchant for latinas" |
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She said, "That's cool I'm black, |
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South African in fact |
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I understand your Spanish but your accent is wack |
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Quick on the attack |
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I kept my composure |
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Should I fall back |
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Man, I pimped in closer |
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"My english is just fine |
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And your beauty is sublime |
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On this continent miss, you should constitute a dime |
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I'm cool with the rhyme, but slicker with the drag |
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In a few minutes, I'll be feelin on the ass" |
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For her, she just laughed, I caught her by surprise |
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I said, "I need directions |
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I'm lost in your eyes" |
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She fell for it guys |
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Hook, line and sinker |
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Now I start to feel like this chick's not a thinker |
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All attitude |
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No apptitude |
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Imagine her condition after she's had a few |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Two] |
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Bartender, bartender, come serve her up |
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And put it all on this card right here |
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(Word up) |
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I talk, I talk |
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She drank, she drank |
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And then she said something like, "I think, |
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I can't |
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Make it to my car, can you help me out?" |
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I said no prob, she kissed me on the mouth |
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She tasted like a mixture of one fifty one |
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And straight gasoline, but I'm not a picky one |
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I grabbed her coat, then I grabbed her keys |
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Then I grabbed her arm and said,"Ma`am could you please |
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Lead the way |
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(french) |
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This has got to be the best way for me to end the day |
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She looked better than the government check |
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It was her beauty not her booty, that's word to Mike Epps |
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You know I'm a Vet |
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So we marched and we stepped |
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She said, "I'm parked around the corner, it's the Benz on the left" |
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A benz, a benz?! Did this broad say a benz?! |
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It took everything I had for me to not call my friends |
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Or lose my lunch |
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But then all at once |
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This girl sobered up, like she was never drunk |
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She said, "That was all a front, Mr. Walk-Like-A-Man |
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Remember me a few years back, tour van?" |
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I stuttered, I stammered, I looked for the camera |
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And when I looked back, she was reachin' for the hammer |
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Pulled out the jammie, aimed it at my throat, |
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She yelled, "Stick em up!" |
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I said, "Stop, no don't!" |
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Pistol whipped me, then she hit me |
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Swept me off my feet quickly |
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Got me for my DS and my Sidekick 3 |
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She made me stand up then she told me strip down |
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"What you gonna with that glowstick now?" |
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She opened up the truck |
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Made me crawl into it |
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About to squeeze the trigger, I said, "Please don't do it |
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50 paint balls, at point blank range |
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I flinched, I bled, I screamed out in pain |
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She said |
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"Remember my face |
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Consider this a message to the women you disgrace |
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You use us then abuse us anytime you feel horny |
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Then bounce, and leave a fake number in the morning" |
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I cried, apologized, |
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But as the tears started formin' |
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She laughed, blew a kiss and then she slammed the trunk on me |
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[Chorus] |
