| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And my hom-- and my homies all singin’to it,
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| 3oh…3oh!3,
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| I ain’t callin’for a close-up,
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| No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs,
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| No dubs, no stars,
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| I’m 'a do it how I always have;
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| Whiskey in a 40 bag,
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| Pissin’in the alleyway out back where the party’s at,
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| I’m 'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks,
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| Bitches with the huge tits, new gat, new slips,
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| I’m 'a do it how I always do;
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| Sleep until the break of noon,
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| Wakin’just to make it through another night of shakin’you
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| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And turn it up on your radio,
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| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go,
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| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And turn it up on your radio,
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| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go,
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| I ain’t signin’on a new lease,
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| No cooks, no keys,
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| Models with the nose bleeds,
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| White lace, gold beads,
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| I’m 'a run it like a marathon;
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| Party 'til I’m 50,
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| Wake up on my parent’s
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| Them cops still out to get me,
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| And I ain’t sippin’on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pink,
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| Talkin’to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank,
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| I’m 'a go where I always go;
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| Drinks are on the house,
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| Whiskey’s on the rocks while your sister’s on my mouth,
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| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And turn it up on your radio,
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| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go,
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| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And turn it up on your radio,
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| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go And if I was a rich man,
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| I’d never been to sea,
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| Could I take you anyways,
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| Would you come with me, baby?
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| And if I was a sick man,
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| I’d never meant to be,
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| Would you love me anyways,
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| And would you marry me?
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| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And turn it up on your radio,
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| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go,
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| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And turn it up on your radio,
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| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go,
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| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And turn it up on your radio,
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| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go,
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| I mean what can I say,
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| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you,
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| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me,
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| And turn it up on your radio,
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| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go |