| Vava Voom, into the room
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| This the tune
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| Bada-bing bada-boom
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| Ay (x8)
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| Vava Voom, into the room
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| This the tune
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| Bada-bing bada-boom
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| Live my life on fast forward
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| Feet up on that dashboard
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| Hands up off that steering wheel
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| Call that shit a crash course
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| I ain’t have to take no class for it
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| Nickname used to be Fast Porsche
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| Why I gotta be so bad for
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| A hundred times on that blackboard
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| Reminisce on my school days
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| Mama like LL Cool J’s
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| Drunk off all them punches
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| He gon' need like two A’s
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| (Ay, ay) Wake em up in like two days
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| Tell him he can have his bike back
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| But I really really like my new chain
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| Live my life like I do
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| Her high heels on my side views
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| My eyes peeled for the 5−0
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| My horse power match my IQ
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| Light speed engage
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| My wifey’s called 'gettin' paid'
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| My old chick was called 'minimum wage'
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| And my side piece is called 'getting a raise'
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| My wrist watch be so hypnotizing
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| My star ship be so enterprisin'
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| My transports be so energizing
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| We disappear when we next beside 'em
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| They love my verses, they memorize 'em
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| I don’t even write em down, I improvise 'em
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| My ideas be IED’s that West si-ide what I’m emphasizin' (let's go!) |