| I be that nigga named Ludi
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| A K S L O V A, L O V A
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| Fuck that shit, nigga what you wan say one time
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| South side let’s ride, say what
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| And if you love what you do, do what you feel
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| Then I know you gonna mark my words
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| Y’all drop shit like birds
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| Then it’s about the time for yo ass to get served
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| Just lay it on down, just lay it on down
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| While we relax to the tight raps
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| And the phat tracks
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| That, that nigga Timbaland put down
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| Oh yes, let’s get it on down
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| To the nitty grit
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| Don’t have no time for the patient
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| 'Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit
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| And time flies, when I’m havin' fun
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| I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump
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| And just run baby run
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| I guess that they can’t handle this
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| Brothers just to scandalous
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| If you don’t wanna get freaked
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| Then get out my way
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| Like an ambulance, say what
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| Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real
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| Let death to the fake
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| And tell you boyfriend just to chill
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| Don’t playa hate
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| Kick back relax
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| And just take off yo shoes
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| 'Cuz I gotta tell you
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| What I wants to do, yeah
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
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| Showin' them where that love’s at
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| So open up your eyes
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| And get a surprise like in Crackerjacks
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| Punan' Don happy
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| Givin' up that nappy dug out
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| Get the cut up, then I cut out
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| Why you standin' there wit yo' butt out
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| And it’s always in the back of my mind
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| Wherever the place, whenever the time
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| Even in College Park, after dark
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| I’ma get my sunshine
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| Closer than close, closer than most
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| Then I’m all up in ya
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| Beginner, give me a thigh, breast
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| And wing like Ms. Winner
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| And let dinner be served
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| Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
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| And put so much light in yo' life
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| I’ll make the roaches scatter
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| The wetta the betta
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| I’m ready to get ya
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| Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
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| So I can freak ya like I just met ya
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| Hot like a sauna
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| Get comfy like in a Cadillac
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| Nick nack paddy wack
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| Give a dog a bone Jack
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| Kick back relax
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| And just take off yo shoes
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| 'Cuz I gotta tell you
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| What I wants to do, yeah
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic
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| You don’t know how bad I missed it
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| If it broke then don’t fix it
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| Yo stuff is butta like acuit
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| Reminisce like Mary
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| I gotta pop that cherry
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| Kinda like that coochie, you wanna be my hoochie
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| Better than my adversary
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| Don’t be so scary
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| I never thought that you could act up
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| Make a nigga wanna back up
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| Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
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| So we can slip and slide
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| Make you wanna dip and dive
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| Trippin' while we rip and ride
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| 'Til I get to the coming side
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| Got you where I want yo ass
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| In the case of an emergency, break the glass
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| Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
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| We be happy if we had more blunts to pass
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| Get done up and run up
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| And the guts of yo butt don’t shake like they used to
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| I wake 'em up like a rooster
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| Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
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| No worry, no hurry
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| No pain, no gain
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| Keep yo eyes on strain
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| 'Cuz ain’t a damn thing changed
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| Kick back, relax
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| And take off yo shoes
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| 'Cuz I gotta tell you
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| What I wants to do, yeah
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it |
| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Let me touch it, let me touch it
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| Let me feel it, let me feel it
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| Let me grab it, let me grab it
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| Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
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| Dirty South
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| Can y’all really feel me
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| East Coast, feel me
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| West Coast, feel me
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| Dirty South
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| Can y’all really feel me
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| East Coast, feel me
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| West Coast, feel me
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| Dirty South
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| Can y’all really feel me
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| East Coast, feel me
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| West Coast |