| Alright y’all
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| I want y’all to put your hands together
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| And to bring on the brothers that bound to lay more dips in your hips
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| More glide in your stride
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| Chi city in the building
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| And Mr. Southside
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| And if you don’t think it’s next you got the wrong damn address
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| Fuck your love, motherfuck your love
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| That’s what Sir John say
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| You can laugh all you want but he’s right as hell
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| Cupid’s ain’t around these days
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| I’ve heard many stories about how he made people all around the world fall in
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| love
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| Well I got a call just the other day
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| Telling me where Cupid was
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| Cupid’s too busy in the club
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| At the bar
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| Rolling up
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| And if you see him, let him know
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| Love is gone
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| I know, I’m sure
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| Boys and girls
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| Love ain’t dead
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| Stupid I’m the the new Cupid
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| Throw your hands in the sky
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| Cause love’s goodbye
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| I said, Love ain’t dead
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| Stupid I’m the the new Cupid
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| Throw your hands in the sky
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| Cause love’s goodbye
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| The responsibility lies on me
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| Since Cupid ain’t around
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| And when y’all really feeling like you’re falling in love
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| When my music put’s you right on down
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| And everybody (I see)
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| And I know (I know)
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| Some people really think they in love
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| But now without a love song
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| Something’s gone way wrong
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| Cupid’s too busy in the club
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| At the bar
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| Rolling up
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| And if you see him, let him know
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| Love is gone
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| I know I’m sure
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| Boys and girls
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| Love ain’t dead
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| Stupid I’m the the new Cupid
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| Throw your hands in the sky
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| Cause love’s goodbye
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| I said, Love ain’t dead
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| Stupid I’m the the new Cupid
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| Throw your hands in the sky
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| Cause love’s goodbye
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| Love ain’t dead
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| As I play out the Commodores, my faith destroyed
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| My heart don’t work, I’m unemployed
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| The feeling is void, don’t know what I need
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| Some pussy, some paper, some counseling
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| Maybe some Henny, some weed
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| I’m looking for you, I’m checking for her
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| I’m parking lot pimpin', I’m honking at women, I’m all on the curb
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump my brake, pump my brake
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| Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, don’t walk away, walk away
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| I’m fishing for compliments
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| This is a fairy tale, I know you very well
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| Fuck all your promises, I know what time it is
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| I’m just a realist, I am the realest
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| Reality is fatality cursed on the future for family, wife and some kids
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| I’m looking for you, I’m checking for her
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| I’m parking lot pimpin', I’m honking at women, I’m all on the curb
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump your brake, pump your brake
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| Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, don’t walk away, walk away
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| Cupid’s too busy in the club
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| At the bar
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| Rolling up
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| And if you see him, let him know
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| Love is gone
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| I know I’m sure
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| Boys in the club
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| And if you see him, let him know
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| Love is gone
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| I know I’m sure
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| Boys and girls
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| Might sound weird
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| But a great night, you in a real relationship, you understand what I’m saying
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| A great night with somebody you love, is difficult
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| Somebody you like is always good
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| Like is wonderful
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| You come home with some juice, with the woman you like:
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| «Can I have some juice?»
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| «Gimme that juice, pour juice all over me»
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| Pour that juice all over that sexy body"
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| Let you be together three years and shit
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| «Can I have some juice?»
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| Bitch, why you want my juice?
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| You know I’m dehydrated
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| I try to come home and shit
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| Tryin' to get some juice you want my juice… |