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Are we on? |
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Turn me on |
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Are we on? |
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Are we on this? |
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Come on, come on, come on |
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Yeah Check it |
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It was a cool and lonely |
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Offishall style that coerced her to smile |
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Chalk another to the file |
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Quest for breasts, my intent to impress the mistress |
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So cess broke the ice like |
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Gretzky I told she give me your signature or number |
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Lumber could follow if |
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I check you tomorrow |
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Who, ate, simply went to my date's now my belle's apparatus |
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Is switched the player status with the baddest appeal |
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Why spoil the king's night |
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Eat chicken at three and the skin at four o'clock |
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Cool, again |
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I reach the girl's door |
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Just call me |
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FT 'cause her birthday suit is saw |
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Hit the floor in a hearts swift motion |
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Lotion the skin and like caress all me |
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In the cup (what), arm in the cup (what) |
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Hittin' that spot that's |
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G, you know |
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I do your head sheet |
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That the hit was a nap and the biggest episode |
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Took five minutes for the cannon to explode |
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She said do you love me and |
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I said no |
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Then she slapped my face |
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I grabbed her and said ho |
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Do that again and your story gets told |
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To stick it in was nice, but yo |
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I'll get more ' |
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Cause Offishall's out for mine and then some |
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I hit some and leave some then on wid da show |
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Word up [CHORUS x2: Kardinal Offishall & Tara Chase] |
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One for the money and two's for my bros |
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And three is for the cause, pause |
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And four is for the tricks and stuff |
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Wanna bang with us, and again for the dough |
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Yo on wid da show [Kardinal Offishall] |
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I knew this girl named |
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Susan Fly skin from the islands, of |
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Trini Who always had a dress that's cut mini |
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And tempt to get praise and so the skin lay low |
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And only playin' hostess when niggas got dough |
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One day I see her rollin' with these niggas that |
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I knew Walkin' through the downtown about a half past two |
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So I warn my niggas word up she livin' foul |
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She just smiled and said ' |
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Yo nigs yo know my style' |
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Cool, eh was that |
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John Young |
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He took her to the palace his moms was not home |
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She undressed herself to reveal the irresistible |
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Coca-Cola body while he bobbin' like motorola 38-32-46 my my my |
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Only problem was she wouldn't spread her thighs |
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Said I need a hundred, my nigga said well |
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Just suck up on my jewels until my headpiece swell |
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Yo, she said do you love me and he said no |
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This queen got dressed he grabbed her and said ho |
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Do what you do but no duckets will flow |
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Nice try, on the real niggas only make dough |
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You didn't think so [CHORUS x2] [Kardinal Offishall] |
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Now to my uptown rollers, go and get yours |
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If you're sippin' over proof inside a |
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Lex Coupe |
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Shotgun, what's up with them niggas that passed |
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Real Gs make peace and get pieces that last (on the real) |
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On the real |
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I ain't about bustin' steel |
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Praise the |
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Almighty I won't sway not even slightly |
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Give thanks for my life and for my boys |
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And for my blood |
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For all them true heads that make noise |
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While niggas pose hard we do the |
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Kardinal dance |
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While you're still leavin' a jam with your hands inside your pants |
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Kardinal Offishall will do it for you broke |
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Yo, cause one's for the money and we on wid da show |
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You didn't think so [CHORUS x3] [OUTRO: Tara Chase] |
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Ms. Tara Chase, |
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Kardinal Representing, yeah |
