| In a smoky room, I see you
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| And you’re dancin' to a groovin' tune
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| Just mellow out, shake your mmmm
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| And do your thang, baby do your thang!
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| You gotta blonde, a redhead, a brunette
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| In the gym working up a sweat
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| One on the treadmill, one on the bike
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| One in kickboxing class all night
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| Doing their best to work it out
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| Tryin' to get a nice body and a nice «badow»
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| You love to hear words comin' out of their mouths
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| These girls are G.R.I.T.S. |
| — Girls Raised In The South!
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| Gonna get cleaned up, meet at the spot
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| Each one is confident she’s pretty hot
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| Hate to see them go but you love to watch them leave
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| Go on ladies just do your thang!
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| Do your thang! |
| Baby do your thang!
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| Do your thang! |
| Baby do your thang!
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| Do your thang! |
| Baby do your thang!
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| Do your thang! |
| Baby do your thang!
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| The witching hour and the club is packed
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| And we’re doing it and we’re doing it fast
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| The lights are bright, cocktails strong
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| Just do your thang, Baby do your thang
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| Man look at that face, silhouette body
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| Kickin' so hard you thought she knew karate
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| Send a thank you to her dad and mom
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| 'Cause once she smiles boy you know it’s on
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| You know she has nice etiquette
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| But she’ll laugh even though she doesn’t get it yet
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| You want to hear her say no one can do it better
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| Next she’s callin' out the 15th letter
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| Better recognize, get woke to some act rights
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| She’ll get to the point like stalagmites
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| Bouncin' in the club in the blacklight
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| Girl so fine bow down like a jack-knife
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| She ain’t frontin' she ain’t stuntin'
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| Swingin' for the fence boy, she ain’t buntin'
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| She’s educated but she’s fluent in street slang
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| Go on girl, just do your thang! |