| C’mon baby
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| C’mon let me just take it out and put it back in
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| What you want it from the front the back
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| What you want it in ya mouth
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| The rubber, shit’s in the car
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| Shit
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| Fuck that shit
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| I can’t just put it, ahh
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| Work it, shit
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| With that shit you need no protection!
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| Don’t trip
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| You just need to shut your fuckin' mouth
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| I be rollin' through your city in a cut up glass house
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| With Kokane on the license plate
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| And your girl might wanna be one of my hoe cakes
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| I’m the green eyed light skinned nigga
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| And you think that I ain’t so
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| But get your ass caught up in a twist, nigga
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| Tryna' see if it cool
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| Boom bap, click bang
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| Another dead fool
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| I’m hittin switches and I’m riding high
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| So high
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| Like indo mixed with thai
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| Who is that
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| Who is that
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| Hittin' you all in the hip
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| Yo, it’s them two twin bitches and they wanna trip
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| Cause see this time is gonna be better than the last time
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| And like Clint Eastwood you hoes better make my, ahh, day
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| And if not it’s ok
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| I be steadily on the pedal in my fly O. J
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| I had a ho named Wanda
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| That wanna do it from the back
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| Push up the wrong way
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| And almost broke my sac-a-diliac
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| I’m skeezing
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| I’m skeezing
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| And if you want more get on your knees
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| And open up your mouth and say please
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| Cause I’m a macaroni without the cheese in
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| I like to funk you from the front and the back
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| I like to funk you whether you skinny or fat
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| Tear the roof off the sucker
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| Tear the roof off the sucker
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| Tear the roof off the mother, sucker (x2)
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| Tear the roof off the sucker
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| Tear the roof off the sucker
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| Tear the roof off the motherfucker (x2)
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| You must use protection
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| Here I come, here I come with the fly ugly shit
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| Cough-cough-cough
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| God damn don’t it hit
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| Hears the 411 about Tina
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| And if you were the homie
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| I hope you haven’t seen her
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| It’s not a rumor it’s a fact
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| I used to clap for the ho
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| But I love her cause she clapped back
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| Your ex-girlfriend is a ho
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| Yeah, you should have knew it when she let you do it on the kitchen floor,
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| I know
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| Now ain’t no bitch promise shit to me
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| Poppin in the tape
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| Sayin it’s our anniversary
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| No it ain’t trip
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| And before I do that
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| You gotta go through my hole click
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| And you can be the toss up for the minute
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| But ain’t no tellin when you’re fuckin' with the Pimp Clinic
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| Now it’s on and on and on
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| The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
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| Now I be all in them stiches
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| From ya up-a-ty hoes to ya swap meet bitches
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| And if you a lady you better be home with your man
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| And if not your probably at the nearest kickin' spot
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| Yeah, lookin for a meal ticket
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| But don’t trip too long
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| You get tossed when ya kickin' it
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| And that reala' than my grandma’s knowledge
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| Cause most freaky bitches go to college, uh yeah
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| And I can’t get forget the private schools
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| Cause I love it when they make it in them cute little shoes
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| It’s the return of the nasty man, a ha
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| You must funk 'em, you must
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| Funky you completely
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| What you do man
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| What you do man
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| You better tell em' what you do boy
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| I said what you do man
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| You must use protection
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| A ha
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| What you do man
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| You better tell em' what you do
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| You must use protection
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| We are protectified, copy
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| The end?
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| In the motherfucking case, ho
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| Like I said
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| It’s the return of the nasty man, dig
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| And if you see what we see
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| You must see everything
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| Indoubatly funky
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| Skinny or fat
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| I like fat women too ho
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| More rubber for ya brother
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| More bounce and thats were it counts
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| If you dig what am saying, ho
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| I dig it from the front and the back too
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| Oww, some say we gotta use protection, ho
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| You must use protection
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| You must use protection |