| Double oh seven is back.
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| Double oh seven is back.
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| Double oh seven is back.
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| I don’t stress my day cause it’s best to parlay
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| I guess you could say I’ve been away
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| I wake up slow when I’m hot but I destruct the plant
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| and fourteen hands comb New York for fans
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| They make waves as they wiggle in my waterbed
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| Pull back the leather covers and silk bedspread
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| A mornin massage turnin into a real rough rubdown
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| so I figured I’ll lay around
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| They keep me wet with a juice called Tahiti
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| It make the room steamy, so soon they couldn’t see me They know more than calisthetics as they worked up a sweat
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| It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet
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| Scrub down, then I get moist, they never treat me mean
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| They sweetly keep me squeaky clean
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| I chill as they filled the jacuzzi
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| I said, I’m tight from a real long flight, could you soothe me Support my thoughts, cause I got a lot of writing to do They said, Cool, and just enjoyed the view
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| It ain’t hard cause it’s miles from the sidewalk
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| I’m overlookin every borough in New York
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| The entire, Empire, State to concentrate
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| for every rhyme I make
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| So at exactly noon they played my favorite tune
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| And just before they all cleared the room
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| they said, We’re glad you’re home from tour, now we feel secure
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| We wish you didn’t have to leave no more
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| But they wanna go to war, they even tried to shoot up the door
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| Double oh seven is back.
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| Rest assured
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| Double oh seven is back.
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| Feel secure
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| Double oh seven is back.
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| I’m fillin up the page when I’m steppin on stage
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| Got the people in a rage with they hands in the air
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| Fellas sayin HOE, everybody yellin GO
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| Fly ladies in the house all screamin awww yeah
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| That’s how they react when I attack the mic
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| In fact it’s like a stack of dynamite, powerful and bright
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| Girls love to squeeze me real tight
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| Double oh seven is back.
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| Ra has returned, to romance em, better than Johnny Handsome
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| When I was young, women said, Damn son
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| Ain’t nuthin change but the year and I’m still here
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| C’mere dear and let me whisper in your ear
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| Hug my words so I can taste your lips
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| I set up hips like domino chips
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| but I don’t let em hit the floor
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| And if you got sore, then feel secure
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| Where’s the pain, is it the spot you set us in Almost magic, better than medicine
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| Take one of these and put your mind at ease
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| I get more work than a lot of M.D.'s
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| If I’m hawkin New York, or out on tour
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| I express the raw dialect and explore
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| But don’t get fooled by metaphor
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| Double oh seven is back
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| Rest assured
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| Feel secure
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| Rest assured
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| Rest assured
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| Yo, feel secure |