| Whoo… Kel… Chris…
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| And clubbin on some smooth shhh…
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| Ludacris can’t hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss
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| and your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it Louisville slug it hit em with a right left |
| , its goooooone
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| tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be onnnnnn
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| Soul Train, wood grain, from meeeee
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| no pain, no gain, its so plain to seee
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| they be like «I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out?»
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| and I’m like «Yea but don’t trip if I happen to yank a track out»
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| when I get done its smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out
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| next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse
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| And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi
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| Slow grind and slow jams while I’m feelin yo booty
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| we’ll hold hand and hold times when I’m up in that coochie
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| you so fine I’m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
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| Got you feelin woozy baby (baby)
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| And thats hows it gonna be when I take you from the club to the crib
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| on dubs and I get you in the bed with meeee (in the bed with me)
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| your so pretty, and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready
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| girl I’m surprised you this nastyyy
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| but its cool cuz I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of me
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| so get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs legs in a 'V'(yup)
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| your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me)
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| you so fine I’m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
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| Will YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lotto
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| other girls I give 'em a shoulder colder than Chicago
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| But in ya center I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo
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| and I’d get it, I’d bit it, I’d split it, I’d hit it up in a Tahoe
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| Bravo, make make make it clap I’d break break break ya back
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| then tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a nap
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| then back to makin dividends I’m in the wind
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| somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gulligan
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| sippin on a pina colada, little mama I’mma make ya holla
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| how does it sounds when you makin love on a Million dollars
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| I can only imagine lets make it real baby
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| like D’Angelo «How does it feel"baby
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| I know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up)
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| Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up)
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| you so bad when you call me for duty
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| you so fine I’m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
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| Don’t get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin girl
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| they just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin ya world
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| hey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you been
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| enough of that talkin, lets begin, break it in shake and spin, take it in, say amen
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| then I’ll make you say goodness graciouuuus
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| look me in the eye and make them nasty faaaaaaaces
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| I’m so glad that your body’s so juicyyyyy
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| you so fine I’m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
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| Giiiirl, said your body is what I want (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
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| I’ll be making scream and mooooan (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
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| Girl lets get on up out this club (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
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| Oooh get you to my hoooome |