| I can make you feel alright, right
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| Ay, ay… ay, ay!
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| Ay…
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| You can drop the top down, we can ride low
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| You can be yourself girl, let your hair go
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| (Guarantee you girl, I can make you feel — alright)
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| You can act slick man but you won’t know
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| Bet’cha if I give it to you, you gon' want mo'
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| (Guarantee you girl, I can make you feel — alright)
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| It could be better but nobody can complain here
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| Just call me Santa Claus, you know I make it rain, dear
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| You can tell cause I’m livin so well
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| And my crib lookin like a lil' mini hotel
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| I know you’re lookin for change, you want Barack Obama
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| Also you’re sick of the pain, been through a lot of drama
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| Leave them heel boys alone, get a man of honor
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| I ain’t a snake but I’m tryin to give you this anaconda
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| Girl you lookin good wit’cha ol' stiff ass
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| Kinda remind of somethin I’d see in gym class
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| Lean through to me and I’ll probably trip on him
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| I got my eyes on him girl and I ain’t givin in
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| Ay back up and let her do her thing
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| She a queen in search of a king
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| Stop be doin what you do
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| When you do your thing, all eyes on you
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| I can make you feel like a woman wanna feel
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| And I like the way that back shape when you be in them heels
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| Don’t take 'em off, leave 'em on when we do it
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| Louis Armstrong daughter, like a horn when she blew it
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| You know you the one girl, I can see you choosin
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| Cause you know I’m a winner, and with me you ain’t losin
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| I’m diggin your hairstyle, love the way your face look
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| Let me take you to MySpace and tag your Facebook
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| Got’chu feelin me the way that Jada feelin Will
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| And Hillary feelin Bill, a chick that gon' keep it real — f’real
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| Kill Bill what I’m smokin on like good
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| I’m tryin to see if I can hit you with the nice wood
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| I can make you feel alright
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| Come over to the crib and give it to ya all night
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| Cause you got a body like the video type
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| Daddy comin over, put the Henny on ice
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| The Remy on ice, go on does it like that
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| Damn shorty I ain’t know you do it like that
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| Could move it like that — that’s somethin that your momma can’t teach
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| You don’t care what niggas sayin just go follow that beat! |