| {Beastie Boys sample:
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| «Here's a little story I gots to tell» repeats in background}
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| Hype, one two like that y’all
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| Check it out one two y’all
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| It’s the beat, that make it one and two y’all
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| It’s the beat, that makes me wanna?
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| Peace to my niggas
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| Peace to my mens
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| Like that, one two y’all, check it out
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| Sunday’s here, the end of the week
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| And the club’s packed and shit, I feel like freakin
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| Pick up the phone, call my niggas, «Yo whattup dude?
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| Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin mood
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| Check this here — I’ll pick you up around twelve o’clock
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| Right around the parking lot, I’ll find a spot
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| It’s on, man I’ll see you soon
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| In about twelve hours, yeah past noon»
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| It’s the hype yo
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| It’s the hype
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| Word, pulled up brake, ehh, by the front door
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| Parlay, and I stepped out hardcore
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| I tipped the boy park the car in the front
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| Not the back, in case I have to run and get my strap
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| I walked inside, somebody sing, «Errrick Serrrmon»
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| That’s me, got me in free
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| Looked around the club, man no half-steppin
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| Walked straight up, to the V.I.P. |
| section
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| Sat by the wall, so I can see what’s happenin
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| My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin
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| Oh no, I see a girl comin towards me
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| Posse deep, so I paused for the cause G
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| She approached me, hi, told me her name
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| I told her my name, then kicked the game
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| Sat beside me, like Little Miss Tuffet (hello)
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| Talkin bullshit, knowin I want to fuck it
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| Basically, I figured she was widdit
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| So I pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits
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| Gimme a call when you get to your crib
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| So I can get directions, right to where you live
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| She smiled, and left, the girl was wide open
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| I’m no jokin, when the E blows the smoke in
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| Check the Rolex, asked for my check
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| The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex (whoo!)
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| Gave me a look like, «Aren't you Erick Sermon?»
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| «Yes, and who is it concernin?» |
| Me, that’s the hype
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| It’s the hype
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| I asked her, «What time you get off?» |
| «Oh, in 15 minutes»
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| So I stormed the bitch like a blizzard
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| «Umm, can I take you home?» |
| «Sure meet me in the parking lot
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| I’ll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot»
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| She came out — MAN, she was all that
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| Cool like that, and stacked like that
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| She jumped in with a wide open grin
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| Before I went to her crib, I dropped off my best friend
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| Got to his house, and gave him dap
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| He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat
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| Got to her house, then parked the Jeep
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| I asked her who was home she said her sister but she sleep
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| Walked upstairs, right into the room
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| With one skylight lookin straight at the moon (yep yep)
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| She wasted no time, man she was on it
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| Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed
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| Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me
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| I heard someone knockin, somebody tried to bust me
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| It was her sister, man I must be buggin (ahh shit!)
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| It’s the same girl, I met from the night clubbers
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| «That's your sister? |
| Oh I didn’t know -- I’ll go»
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| And they both screamed, «Hell no!»
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| They smiled, with a devilish grin
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| And the other sister jumped in
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| That’s the hype
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| It’s the hype yo
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| That’s the hype
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| Word em up, one two it’s the hype, check it out yo yo
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| It’s the hype yo
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| It’s the hype, yo it’s the hype, word em up it’s the hype
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| Yo ?, take em out |