| Ah, what, ah, what
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| Mall Macenroe, like what!
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| Andre Macassi ah, ugh
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| Street Sampras, what it do?
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| What that is?
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| What it do?
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| Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
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| This ain’t no love ballad
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| Or romance song
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| This a dance song for you can get yo dance on It’s hard to keep my pants on when I’m giggin'
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| And when I’m giggin’it look like I’m diggin'
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| I do the pigeon, bird like a nerd
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| I’m on Hennessey rappin’every line every word
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| I dust myself off
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| Like I stoled thurr
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| Skinny nigga giggin’wit no shirt
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| I get chauffer so I can passenger gig
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| Get the chips and don’t trip off her mask and her wig
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| So that’s why I’m askin’her this:
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| Can you do the thing?
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| Can you really do the dew and pursue the green?
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| I ask her who the king
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| She tell me I’m is It’s almost time kid
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| I’m trynna see some grindin'
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| Can you dig?
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| Yeah you fine bitch but can you gig?
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| — 3X: Mac Dre
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| Baby can you gig?
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| You so crazy when you gig
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| Eeew she giggin'
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| Lady can you gig?
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| Girl you so crazy when you gig
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| Eeew he giggin'
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| She was doin’the twist and pop
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| While I was trynna get the cork out the Crys then pop all in her hair
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| The champagne shampoo was flash dance too
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| Baby want me to dance too but that I can’t do She was giggin’too hard for me Turned around and my dick stretched the yard you see
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| I can’t play wit you lil’mama
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| Thizzle got you crazy
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| Shocked her when I stood up and walked on her lazy
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| Broke it down touched the ground; |
| rolls wit the 80's shit
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| Lit that hazy, asked her What you know about Thizz?
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| What you know about this? |
| Naw Bitch Thizz
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| Cuz that’s what it is DJ put us in the mix
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| Watch us pump up the party
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| Cuz we didn’t come to bothy nobody
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| It’s 300 Bay cats in the lobby
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| Swing them dreads, movin’heads, getting’stupid
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| Naw that’s the old look they gig to this new shit watch me
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| I’m a fan of the running man
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| Old school Cabbage Patch
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| Might mix some prep wit a lil’Roger Rabbit
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| Robo Cop, up-rock, pop lock, boogaloo
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| I don’t know about you but where I’m from you see we act a fool
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| Lil’mama giggin’wit me tryin’hard to keep up But I’m bustin’moves that she never even heard of Feelin’it, Thizz face look permanent
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| Advance Bird Dance now we call the shit The Buzzer bitch
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| Humpty Dance don’t got nothin’on me Quick to Michael Jackson spin and do the Mahoney
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| You squares is phony
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| But your bitch still want me Cuz I do the George Jefferson oh so coldly
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| Yeah it’s a celebration bitch
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| So I’m a break it down to the fresh outfit
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| Lil’mama movin’but you know she can’t handle it
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| I’m in the middle of the floor wit my hands on my dick |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Giggin , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Dre Day July 5th 1970, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп