| Light years away, you can’t glitch with this
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| So I can’t resist to put you in a twist
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| You hurtin’this, I just ain’t understandin'
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| Plannin’capers like a villain, you know I’m underhanded
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| Hand in your resignation you ain’t representin'
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| Get a lyrical impeachment like your man Bill Clinton
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| If you know like I know, and you flow to get dough
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| We used to be toe to toe
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| Now we stay cracked like cee-lo
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| Oh no, you think you sound like the old Motown?
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| But I’m from New Detroit we make the world go round boy
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| Chorus (Uncredited Girls):
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| We make the World spin around,
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| Talkin’bout Motown,
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| We make the girls scream out loud,
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| Tell me how it’s goin’down,
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| We cruise around and around,
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| We cruise around and around
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| We got the fastest cars and the prettiest women
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| If you catch me underwater boy I won’t be swimmin'
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| If you got a fat bush, girl it’s just for trimmin'
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| Black girls with blonde hair like Lil’Kim’n
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| I be the E-S-H-A-M and, corners I’m bendin'
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| No need for pretendin', Charlie Batch I’m winnin'
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| Detroit Lions and Tigers, Geoffrey Fieger, my style’s Kevorkian
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| Sting you like a scorpion with this lyrical torturin'
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| A seven in my Elly rider, who you tellin'
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| I come from o-z sellin’straight bailin’and real life yellin'
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| And time warp til’nowadays |