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Gimme more, uh, uhh |
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C'mon feel the noise, don't stop the boys, |
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They get wild wild wild, wild wild wild |
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Step it up, let your neck snap back, |
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Uh, saddle up baby-girl put your hair back, |
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Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew comin', |
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Tryin' to drank 'till my back start slumpin', |
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Like old man, live by the old rules, |
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Fought all the steps infront of the old fools, |
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Got me nowhere, nigga, it's a different time, |
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Fuck '08, niggas thinkin' '09, |
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I take a look behind, |
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Niggas can't form a line, |
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Like Kindergarten waitin' for the water fountain, |
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Standin' upset, arms crossed, poutin', |
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Scott Mescudi, boys they was doubtin' him, |
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'Till they Googled me and found that Imeem, |
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They love a dooder, they love me I mean, |
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I can't believe how I had a dream of Martin King, |
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But they ain't takin' me out on no balcony. |
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(Feel the noise, don't stop the boys, |
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They battle-ow-ow, wow-wow-wow) |
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Stand up, put your arms to the cieling man, |
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Show skin, baby-girl, yeah, I'm a fan, |
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Won't do you wrong, like a pushover, |
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See Cudi ridin' through, better pull over, |
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Like I got blue, red lights shinin' 'round, |
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But if I see the man, slowly put the club down, |
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"How you doin' Officer? Nice moustache", |
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Dunkin Donut eatin' muthafuckas hatin', damn(?), |
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I get my speed-racer on, |
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Playin' ray-cash, get my Cleveland city on, |
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Brooklyn to Cali, jet-lagged and all, |
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There's still enough time to hit the mall, |
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Shit, one wish when I'm deceased, |
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Bury me in 501 and 10 deep, |
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And please keep the bapes on the feet, |
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So I can watch the devil ice-grill me, |
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Haha, yeah, how you like a nigga now?, |
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I'm it like the clown, |
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And Cudi get (Wild wild wild) |
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I get (Wild wild wild) |
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Back, back up in the mix like that, |
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How y'all feel?, |
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How y'all feel?, |
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Y'all a'ight?, |
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That's right, |
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And it's like that Plain-Pat, |
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Holla at me. |
