| Well you got a hot date and you wanna be fly
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| Throw on a Gucci blazer and a Gucci tie
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| Not a hair out of place, a freshly-shaved face
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| You think you’re walkin' out the house with style and grace
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| (Don't you)
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| You pick up your girl and take her to dinner
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| 'Cause when the night is over you think you’re gonna win her
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| Then you move real close using all your charm
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| And then your girl says «Baby guess that»
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| (I smell your underarms)
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| That odor, it's ringin' out loud and clear as a bell
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| You can’t hear it because you’re immune to the smell
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| I describe your aroma as foul and pathetic
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| And they can use your odor as the latest anesthetic
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| Now I know that it’s stone cold funk, I can tell
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| 'Cause it’s written all over by the way you smell
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| That funk the aroma, that smell, that scent
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| You’ll be arrested for malicious body odor intent
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| Your odor going 'round, doin' people bodily harm
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| And then somebody turned around and said
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| (I smell your underarms)
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| You woke up late for work usin' the same old line
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| Don’t think I’m gonna wash my underarms this time
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| The more you ignore, the worse the smell grows
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| And you pick out all clothes by using your nose
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| It was the rush hour when I was on the train
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| And the smell of underarms was drivin' me insane
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| It was a sure-fire way of bringing me to my death
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| I couldn’t hold a conversation, I was holding my breath
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| And you cold see the funk just like a cloud in the air
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| Was homeboy sittin' next to me, I swear!
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| And when I saw the direction this girl was leaning
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| You could hear homebody’s underarms just screaming
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| (ugh…)
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| (I smell your underarms)
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| Hanging at a party one night, all alone
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| Sippin' on a bottle of Dom Perignon
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| The crowd was on the floor, rocking the beat
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| Smelling like thay ain’t bathed since last week
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| The smell was all through the house, cold rockin' the place
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| The funk fill the air like a fresh can of Mace
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| When you raised your hands I had to sound tha alarm
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| A girl said «Look, there's Monster growin under his arm»
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| We were so shocked we couldn’t even run (uhgh)
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| And they declared his arm public enemy number one
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| Now throw your hands in the air, if you want to party hard
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| Now put your hands back down, everybody's,'cause
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| You didn’t use Right Guard
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| (I smell your underarms) |