| They call me little chiggy 'cause I chiggy a little
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| New york trips rot never caught me in the middle
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| 4 5 6 still up in the mix
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| Still comin' to grips, still cashin' in chips
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| With the hits that make the chicks get sexy on the floor
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| Pass the Dutch cause uncle mike got more
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| The ladies that get zealous
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| And try to make us jealous dancin with some fellas they perceive are out to get
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| us
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| The way you move your hips makin' old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip
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| that ain’t right
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| If you out all night and you don’t know why you started that fight that ain’t
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| right
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| If your daddy hurt you the city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search
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| you that ain’t right
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| If you puffin your love and the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that
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| ain’t right
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| I clear out the club with a round in the ceiling
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| I’m telling myself but feelin' ain’t believin'
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| Poppin' many bottles with the family DiFontaine
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| Some of us didn’t make it we salute you just the same
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| Hall my drink on the floor when they rock the clash
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| Bridge and tunnel gettin' nervous 'cause we bust that ass
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| Its nut like we all violent and actin' aggressive
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| But their women get us goin' when they dancin all suggestive'
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| The way you move your hips makin' old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip
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| that ain’t right
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| If you out all night and you don’t know why you started that fight that ain’t
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| right
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| If your daddy hurt you the city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search
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| you that ain’t right
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| If you puffin' your love and the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that
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| ain’t right
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| I see guys and giris dancin'
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| Do it to the crowd
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| The way you move your hips makin' old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip
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| that ain’t right
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| If you out all night and you don’t know why you started that fight that ain’t
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| right
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| If your daddy hurt you the city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search
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| you that ain’t right
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| If you puffin your love and the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that
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| ain’t right |