| Light in the incense, backup
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| And turn the lights off in the motherfucker!
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| (Hot sauce to go) Right now! |
| Please!
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| Thank you, muah!
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| Ahah-ha! |
| (hot sauce to go)
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| You know who it is! |
| (Jada)
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| The obvious is beautiful! |
| (hot sauce to go)
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| Marlvelous, I’m getting older
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| (w/ Jada ad-libs)
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| You got to move wit the groove
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| As she lay on the one’s and two’s
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| Wait a minute, wait a minute
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| You gon stink up the room!
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| Wit that big ol' ass!
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| Yo, we gon hit something
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| I’m cutting the rug wit love
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| Or I’m on the wall pressed up against something
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| You should let em know the boss is back
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| So y’all niggas that went wood go get more shalack
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| I see bowlegs backing it in
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| I put it on her wit the ol' school two step, clap and a spin
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| Filled up her cup, slid her a dutch
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| You know what’s happenin then (what?) in
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| And all I did was having a grin
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| Off top let her know I ain’t one of these dudes
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| Rhyming to lose, naw ma I’m rapping to win
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| Yeah! |
| yes! |
| They know the God be fresh
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| I’m on that ass blowing purple on the washing set
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| And even though I came wit thugs
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| You still might catch a few of them 'Stepping In The Name Of Love'
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| Uh! |
| It’s D on the Block, the Ryde is Ruff
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| And you wit the motherfucking Billionaire Boys Club!
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| (w/ Jada ad-libs)
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| You got to move wit the groove
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| As she lay on the one’s and two’s
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| Wait a minute, wait a minute
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| You gon stink up the room!
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| Wit that big ol' ass!
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| Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
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| Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
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| Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
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| Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
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| You got to move wit the groove
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| As she lay on the one’s and two’s
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| Wait a minute, wait a minute
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| You gon stink up the room!
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| Wit that big ol' ass!
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| Gangsta leanin, Kiss be in the bank wit cream and
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| My wrists and my neck be gleamin
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| Whatever I got cost, Honey look hotter than Hot Sauce
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| That’s why I get top in a drop Porsche
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| Then she get dropped off, told her that the whole block pop off
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| She come through, take them rocks off
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| And therefore, wanna know, what would they stare for
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| They heard about the work, it’s as white as your Air Force
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| Maybe it’s the voice that the world got an ear for
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| Most of these rappers, I just don’t care for
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| So I be on the honies wit the big ol' asses
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| Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses
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| We could do the damn thang, order the champagne
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| Honey’s Head of the State, and I’m running the Campaign
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| If you coming, c’mon, if not I’m gone
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| Other than that, yo Pharrell, sing my song!
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| Hey yo, Honey got a goon thinking
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| That ass like that, she could have the room stinking
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| I — picked her up in the maroon Lincoln
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| Blew her back out until the moon sank in
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| Spend the profit, hold on the to the re
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| Lock me up, hold on the to key
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| I want you to wake up in the morning wit me
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| I got it bad for ya, breakfast and a cab for ya |