| Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah
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| All the pretty girls wanna wind up them way, sha-la
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| Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah
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| See them lil' girls, buckwildin' in the place, sha-la
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| I like a chunky, badunki, mami
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| Word is bond, hypnotize a brother, like she was a swami, I be
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| All up on this dance hall, clean
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| I can wind up some tight, and have her spendin' her greed, come on
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| And face it, take it-take it down to the floor
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| Have her spinning her around, have her coming back for more, that’s right
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| She fell in love with a king man, dippin' the end
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| The type of cat, that I can rip up the jam
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| I’m brand new again, a new tune again, I’m not a hooligan
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| Me and shorty, we enact the Blue Lagoon again
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| Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and don’t you see
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| Her booty’s boomin' her jeans, it’s bustin' at the scene
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| And don’t you see, shorty, yeah, you lookin' good shorty
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| You and me shorty, that’s right, let’s make a movie shorty
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| I know you see it shorty, damn, you kind tight, shorty
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| You and me, precise, that’s right, we kinda right shorty
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| The type that wanna battle, but they know I battle New York
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| They really wanna know what’s up
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| They all set out to bank up, or they find out what’s up
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| The New York, all sound, yes, that’s us
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| Them girls, them type to time
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| We all see them, but then dey bum on the time
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| Baby girls, y’all free the bloodline
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| We all see them, but then dey bum on the time
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| When y’all off, and when I’m on, and then have to spend mines
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| Cuz each and every day, a blood can get in my way
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| So keep my minds in front, and don’t send him my bad way
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| It’s all about a better way, and really wanna try
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| I be there for you, and atleast I don’t pretend, and do I try
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| Begin to hold it down, cuz the world is mine
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| So then me keep it sharp, as a dime, wow, wow
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| We held it tight, now, it’s so tight, now
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| Mr. Kardinal say, back up in it again, my friend
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| Yea a murderer, finish it again up to the end
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| Me don’t play, me don’t lay with them, we slangin' them
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| Strayin' them away from all the suckers, and no luck
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| It’s the same ten steps, back up truckers, we high class fuckers
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| Girls looking real bugee, before they get stripped that’s it
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| They come with a bag of talk, and a bag of attitude
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| But all I’mma trynna do is bag it up, and teach you
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| Dot City, where the queens in jeans stay
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| All of them ghettio chicks live around my movie, you know?
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| It ain’t nothing, you cutting to a PF Cuttin'
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| Cuttin', then we trucking, ready to be with another suckers
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| Black Jay’s from BK to UK
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| Stay the number one champion, with the girls, dun
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| Get it? |
| Girls if you wit it, let me spit it in the place
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| What come, don’t know why they waste, you know? |