| Where the ladies at?
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| Clarkworld baby
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| Uh, uh It’s the R baby
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| It’s the god baby
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| I got rhymes I love to bust looking for a club to rush
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| It’s like thugs will rush the illustrious
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| We all love to touch the voluptuous
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| It’s a must that we lust, plus we love to crush
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| Women pose, from timberland’s to feminine clothes
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| Check there portfolios and put’em in centerfolds
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| Pen explode, draw crowds respond re-el
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| I stay calm as hell surrounded by bombshells
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| Careful as I get near’em, stand near and compare’em
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| Or all girl heirem, I’m the man with the serum
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| Assets, probably dressed but still bear’em
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| It seem like they wear’em, just for me to tear’em
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| In quakes I see more things shake then spring break
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| It’s like a dream state, perfect shape same date
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| You got a lot to give and look how hot it is, you so provocative
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| and it’s your prerogative. |
| Baby bounce.
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| Ladies, nothing but the finest ones
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| The lavishist ones, the ain’t hard to findest ones
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| From the boldest to the shyest ones
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| Which city got the livest ones
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| New York, L.A., Atlanta, V.A., Miami, D.C., tell me!
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| Bonjour, baby here go my brochure
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| Give me a phone call, I’ll show you the whole store
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| It’s so raw, I’ll have your world in all
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| You wanna know how much the whole package go for?
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| My spectactale, like a festival, it’s majestical, special guest for you
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| Ready to party hard the party’s in yards to the mardygraud
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| Rap say on’s, please give you a body massage
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| Rock jams, have you hot in your pants and nasty
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| Forbidden dance with me? |
| Or tickle your there see
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| Let Ra take you on a rendez-vous
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| Couple of days will do if it’s o.k. |
| with you
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| Deserted isle style middle of winter with no bed
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| I’ll comfort you like you were Jennifer Lopez
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| You get what you deserve if I said we swerve
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| I’ll hit more than nerve and that’s my every word. |
| Baby bounce.
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| Ladies, nothing but the finest ones
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| The lavishist ones, the ain’t hard to findest ones
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| From the boldest to the shyest ones
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| Which city got the livest ones
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| Houston, Philly
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| Ladies, nothing but the finest ones
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| The lavishist ones, the ain’t hard to findest ones
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| From the boldest to the shyest ones
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| Which city got the livest ones
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| Baby you wake up the next day lingerie negligee
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| Give you a sex ex-ray before we catch the rays
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| Let’s blaze a lot more games left to play
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| While you still amazed from yesterday’s escapades
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| Steadily show my pedigree so thoroughly
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| to the b-o-n-e like chemotherapy
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| Sex and triple x you ready to wed next
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| relax baby you need plenty of bed rest
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| You’ve been a passenger of a high speed crash with a wild style fashioner
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| Dark skinned ambassador, chiropractor with a passion
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| for smashin’your ass like a cardiovascular massacre
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| You’ve be through shock heading at your cu-wop
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| Body’so hot, you need a shot from your new doc
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| With better cures where’s it sore I’ll wetter more.
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| And let it pour from her to head to her peticular’s, baby bounce
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| Ladies, nothing but the finest ones
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| The lavishist ones, the ain’t hard to findest ones
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| From the boldest to the shyest ones
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| Which city got the livest ones
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| Detroit, San Fran
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| Ladies, nothing but the finest ones
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| The lavishist ones, the ain’t hard to findest ones
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| From the boldest to the shyest ones
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| Which city got the livest ones
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| Chi-Town, Boston
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| Ladies, nothing but the finest ones
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| The lavishist ones, the ain’t hard to findest ones
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| From the boldest to the shyest ones
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| Which city got the livest ones
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| Cleveland, B-More
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| Ladies, nothing but the finest ones
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| The lavishist ones, the ain’t hard to findest ones
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| From the boldest to the shyest ones
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| Which city got the livest ones
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| Orlando, N.O.
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| What! |
| Brooklyn, uptown, Queens, Bronx, L.I., Staten Island,
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| N.J., What! |
| Connecticut, can’t forget y’all,
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| Girls everywhere, ha ha Girls, girls, girls, girls
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| Uh, Uh hu Dedicated to the ladies from Rakim the god
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| and Clark the world, you heard! |
| What! |