| Mmm hmm! |
| Got a crick in my neck!
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| Mmm hmm! |
| Got a crick in my neck!
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| Well we enter the facility, the place is jumpin'
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| Everything is crowded, the music is bumpin'
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| We make a lap with drink in hand
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| Try to walk around but we’re in demand
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| About then sweety went to the ladies room
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| And that’s when the DJ played the boom
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| Boom, boom, bang-biggity-bang
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| I looked over my shoulder and I was like «Dang!»
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| A chick was dancin' on the bar so I double checked
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| Sweety came back, something wrong with your head?
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| I said…
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| Like the fellas on the beach in the summertime
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| Checkin' out the girls walkin' up and down the coastline
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| Splashin' in the surf in their bikinis
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| Others tan on a blanket while they sip martinis
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| All winter long fellas did those crunches
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| 'Cause girls are like bananas, man, they roll in bunches
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| Lookin' for fun but didn’t keep it in check
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| What happened to you boy? |
| I got a crick in my neck!
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| Mmm hmm! |
| Got a crick in my neck!
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| Mmm hmm! |
| Got a crick in my neck!
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| Mmm hmm! |
| Got a crick in my neck!
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| Mmm hmm! |
| Got a crick in my neck!
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| You’re hanging on my words like a life preserver
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| My rhyme is your table and I’ll be your server
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| Paid attention to the song like a record exec
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| Bobbed your head up and down and got a crick in your neck! |