| Yeah, yeah, okay, yeah
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| This Haze and young Nok
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| Yeah, yeah (okay)
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| This Haze and young Nok
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| Yeah, okay, yeah, yeah
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| Baby we can do it, it’s nothin to it
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| Baby we could do it, it’s nothin to it
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| All niiiiight, let’s get in-to it
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| (Baby we can do it, it’s nothin to it)
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| (Baby we can do it, it’s nothin to it)
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| (All niiiiight, let’s get in-to it)
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| Now take your clothes off, relax your mind
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| Now I’m lookin at your body, it’s all right
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| All niiiiight, let’s get in-to it
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| Yeah, young Nok
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| C’mon let’s go, and take a ride through the city
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| And I got, two of my favorite hoes wit me
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| Yeah, Mary Jane and Miss Thang
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| One for the brain, the other one go bang
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| I met her at a traffic light
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| And you could tell by the fake Cartiers that her dude wasn’t actin right
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| We pulled over to get it crackin
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| Exchanged our names and numbers, I’m old-fashioned
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| Called her up a week later, tryin to see what’s happenin
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| She said her dude was trippin and we both started laughin
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| Hahahaaaa, I proceed with askin
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| «When you comin out, cause I need to be smashin»
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| Cause baby we could do it, it’s nuttin to it
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| Lights on or off, vibin to the music
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| Yeah, yeah all night long
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| Let’s do what we do, right or wrong, yep!
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| with ad libs
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| We could do it, it’s nothin to it
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| We could do it, it’s nothin to it
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| Geah, all night yeah, all night yeah
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| It’s Mr. Do It, baby stick it, let me give it to you all night
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| It’s hard out here for a pimp, I keep a alibi
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| Never satisfied, Rick Ross’in with my money right
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| Jimmyyyy, hollllld up
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| I make 'em jump cliffs, want shit, they’ll never get
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| Clever, which true playa, Jimmy Hayzar future pimp
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| Got ya girl choosin, ya highness in the buildin
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| Baby I could see ya booty, you the finest in the buildin
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| We look better together, just look how I put it to you
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| Now it’s right in your face, and I’m as calm as a lake
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| Just as smooth as some sand, what you know 'bout some mackin
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| Like Jimmy Hayzar ain’t packin, geah, baby we could do it
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| Yeah, uhh
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| with ad libs |