| Calling all cars in here, for the Prince of the South
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| Fuck that yabba-dabba-doo shit, bitch, I just got out
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| Still rappin', slappin' kittens, and grabbin' my cock
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| I’m the artist, the godfather, still hard as a rock
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| You gon' fuck around, and make me knock your fruit juice loose
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| Banana, your watermelon and pomegranate too
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| Rhymin' kung-fu, that split bamboo
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| Crowd rockin', ain’t no stopping that rapping ass, fool
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| I been bad, bro, 'cha getting mad for?
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| I’m gon' have to fuck you up!
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| I eat flames up, shit fire out
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| Don’t make me light my butt!
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| Excuse me, who me?! |
| I got a lot of groupies
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| Oughta have a fucking doghouse, like Snoopy
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| Curtains go up! |
| It’s going down!
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| Tear the thing out the frame, with my band!
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| Come on, come on
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| Feel right in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| Feel good in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| My whole hood in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| Feel right in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| Feel good in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| My whole hood in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| Mystikal, don’t hurt 'em now!
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| Grabbin' at my pants, she trying to pull it out my pocket
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| Don’t yank on the motherfucker so hard, you’re gonna pull it out the socket
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| It’s exercise, with thighs and hip muscles
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| Next exercise, we gon' burn some lip muscles
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| Let the music work your ear muscles
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| And if you’re skinny, then use your little muscles
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| Bag back, or tea bag with these duffles
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| Pow pow, get smash when we hustle!
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| When the last time you have a knuckle sandwich, huh?
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| The last time, a nigga had a foot so far up your ass, you couldn’t handle it?
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| You can’t stand it! |
| To make matters worse
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| You gotta go to the studio with Bruno Mars, on another planet
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| Don’t get mad, I’m just saying'
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| Don’t believe it, cause I’m sayin' it, bitch
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| Believe it, cause I’m telling you
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| I’m doin' the rappin', and bussin'
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| Ronson! |
| On the scratchin' and cuttin'
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| Feel right, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| Feel good, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| My whole hood, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| Feel right, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| Feel good, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| My whole hood, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| Get down!
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| Wait a minute now
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| Give it to them on the one
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| This the intermission
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| I’ll break it down, so you niggas listen
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| Take a second to wipe my sweat
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| Might be the only chance you get, to catch your breath
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| Don’t get too comfortable in here
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| Niggas know I’m bringing back the rumble in here
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| Just when you thought you could cool down, and sip some of that water
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| Shit… A nigga back!
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| Say it again!
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| Feel right, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| Feel good, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| My whole hood, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| Feel right, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| Feel good, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| My whole hood, in this motherfucker
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| (Right)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| And we gon' rock this motherfucker
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| (All night)
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| Ladies and gentlemen, one more time
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| Put your hands together for Mystikal
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| Don’t it feel good?
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| Ain’t he making us feel good tonight?
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| Thank you Mr. Ronson, for bringing us together this evening
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| We gon' go ahead, and head over to the after party
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| We’ll see y’all uptown
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| Come on |