| LET ME IN THIS BITCH!
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| LET ME GET SOME CHANGE THEN!
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| MAN FUCK THIS DRESS CODE, BITCH!
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| I CAN DANCE MOTHERFUCKER!
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| I CAN DANCE!
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| I’m on crack, walkin' alleyways downtown
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| People drop change so I’m checkin the ground
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| Behind the nightclub, I can hear the bump outside
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| I hear em laughin' and drinkin' and dancin', gettin' live
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| And I’m lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent
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| I don’t know where my meds went, they been spent
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| And I’m bent, I don’t remember yesterday at all
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| I’m barkin' at the moon as I’m pissin' on the wall
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| People grippin' new cars, checkin' out a few bars
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| They see me comin', side step a few yards
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| I’m like a bad man, holdin' out my crusty ass hand
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| Scoldin' an imaginary friend
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| I’m scary and I’m blackin out, just about to lose all hope
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| I was peerin' through the window of a nightclub scopin'
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| And there she was, everything I planned for
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| On the spotlight on the dance floor, gravitatin'
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| She kept her rhythm, her feet to the floor
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| She dipped down, she did the twirl and she shook it some more
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| She’s groovy.
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| She made me happy, I tried to refrain
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| I walk on but then I run right back, I’m at it again
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| She’s callin'.
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| I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle
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| Carjacked a minivan and punched full throttle
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| Right back to the spot then I waited to get her
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| But when she came out, she had a bitch boy wit her
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| No problem, hit the pipe and follow em home
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| And my imaginary friend gon' have to leave me alone
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| Cause it’s really goin' down, I feel it pullin' me down
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| Knowin' I’m a wicked clown, I gotta throw it down
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| She pulled in, her and her fuck ass strolled in
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| I hit the pipe again and hop out the stolen
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| Jumpin' through backyards, clumsy and trippin'
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| It don’t matter when your goal is a throat slittin'
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| And the way she danced lit flames
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| Burnin' me alive out here, quit playin' games
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| I’m on the side of her house, lookin' in through the back den
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| And there she was again wit him, dancin'
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| She kept her rhythm, her feet to the floor
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| She dipped down, she did the twirl and she shook it some more
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| She’s groovy.
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| She made me happy, I tried to refrain
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| I walk on but then I run right back, I’m at it again
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| She’s callin'.
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| I walked right in through the front door unlocked
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| No gun cocked, cinder block
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| Clown paint, I came here to dance boogie
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| Mhm Ahh, and maybe tap a little nookie
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| I’m creepin', music bumpin' in the back
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| I’m down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack
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| And here come the punk fuck to get champagne
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| I take the rock and pop him wit the damn thing
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| Hit him in the back of the head
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| He dropped the wine, but I caught it in time
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| I had to take his life wit a steak knife
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| I washed it and put it back, I’m keepin' the place nice
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| I’m comin' bitch, you want to olive or somethin'?
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| I’m fuckin' straight up the streets but I’m down wit some frontin'
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| I want to tango… but instead
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| I’m still outside the club and it’s all in my head
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| She kept her rhythm, her feet to the floor
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| She dipped down, she did the twirl and she shook it some more
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| She’s groovy.
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| She made me happy, I tried to refrain
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| I walk home but then I run right back, I’m at it again
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| She’s callin'. |