| Taku
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| Uh-huh, yeah
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| Glasses up, yeah
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| Taku beats
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| Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out
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| Get another round, dumb it-dumb it down-down
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| My people, I got you now
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| Are you with me? |
| Yeah, we got you now, Illy
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| Well, get your glass up, paint the town
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| And get your drink on, we can dumb it down
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| Off tap, upsetting the birds
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| Avoiding the bouncers for getting my words
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| For getting my fly, spilling shit on my shirt
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| Couldn’t give less of a fuck, for what it’s worth
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| I’m a BB Swiller, D-Floor killer
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| Shit’s so beast, real seesaw tilt
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| I’ve got moves man, the method in the hips
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| Like a cross of Mike Jackson and an epileptic fit
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| I bend it like Beckham, free kick
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| Light ‘em up for her high
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| through the bird’s eye twist
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| Worked Monday, looking like stir fry sh-
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| Mate, maybe it’s time to pump a break
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| Splash a little cold water on the face we assessed but hey
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| Who we kidding? |
| A seven day space
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| We’re right back at it again, and we’ll be yelling out:
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| Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out
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| Get another round, dumb it-dumb it down-down
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| My people, I got you now
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| Are you with me? |
| Yeah, we got you now, Illy
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| Well, get your glass up, paint the town
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| And get your drink on, we can dumb it down
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| Now, none of us intellectual, a three-eight year
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| From the beer jugs and spirit and we blame them
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| We’re like glue how we stick to the bar
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| And go wild when the club bang Jimmy Recard
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| And I’m fresh from a backyard barbie or the beach
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| With a long legged and an army of my peeps
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| We’re all booze ‘til we’re hardly on our feet
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| If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party in the street
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| In twenty years brother, you’re one of a kind
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| The brain damage will suffer like butter to a steel cutter
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| But cross that bridge when it arrives
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| For now, I’m loving living life, draw clench wide-eyed
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| Ride one for all in butter low calling
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| It’s sunrise, no time for yawning
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| Now, who said we’re stopping at six in the morning?
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| We’re rocking ‘til the afternoon, yo bartender
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| Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out
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| Get another round, dumb it-dumb it down-down
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| My people, I got you now
|
| Are you with me? |
| Yeah, we got you now, Illy
|
| Well, get your glass up, paint the town
|
| And get your drink on, we can dumb it down
|
| Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out
|
| Get another round, dumb it-dumb it down-down
|
| My people, I got you now
|
| Are you with me? |
| Yeah, we got you now, Illy
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| Well, get your glass up, paint the town
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| And get your drink on, we can dumb it down
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| We put it down, like this alright
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| We put it down, like this
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| We put it down, like this alright |