| Intro
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| Tell me is he pretty
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| He’s outta sight
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| Good as all the girls say
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| On any night
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| Can he afford to pay my way
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| You damn right
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| And you should be ashamed if you don’t know his name
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| Repeat
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| Verse
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| He’s a cool sharp clean mutha fucka
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| Hair permed straight down to the root
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| Earned every stripe in his suit
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| He’s the go-to when you got to from the gutter
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| Mean as the beast they had to shoot
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| To make his low top high heeled boot
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| Born of a biscuit eatin preacher from Kentucka
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| His momma worked her way through school
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| Would sell her tail to make his bail
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| Skin like warm smooth peanut butter
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| You’ll see him sittin on the stoop
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| Countin the days countin his loot
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| Chorus
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| My guess is it won’t take long
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| ‘fore Mr. Go-Getter get’s himself gone
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| Like Michael said in that song
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| He can’t get out of the game
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| He can’t get out of the game
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| He might win
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| He might get over
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| He can’t get out of the game
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| Verse
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| He wanna run, live, have, give
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| And never regret a day
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| He’s willing to lie, cheat, steal, beat
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| Anyone who gets in the way
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| And it is highly recommended
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| Any funds that are extended
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| Be immediately passed to him on sight
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| And it is much to his frustration
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| When he’s forced to make translation
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| Bitch better have my money tonight
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| Chorus
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| My guess is it won’t take long
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| ‘fore Mr. Go-Getter get’s himself gone
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| Like Michael said in that song
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| He can’t get out of the game
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| He can’t get out of the game
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| He might win
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| He might get over
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| He can’t get out of the game
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| Bridge
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| Everyone knows when he’s in town
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| The wind blows quicker
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| The air’s a little thicker
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| Street beneath his feet comes a live
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| The prince of the night has arrived
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| Go do your thing player
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| Them cats ain’t hip to your game
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| You like a king player
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| There ain’t a shrew you can’t tame
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| You play to win player
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| Ask me I’ll tell you the same
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| Don’t mind player just play on
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| Repeat
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| Oh life can leave you cold
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| And all that shines ain’t made of gold
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| Outro
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| Tell me is he pretty
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| He’s outta sight
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| Good as all the girls say
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| On any night
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| Can he afford to pay my way
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| You damn right
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| And you should be ashamed if you don’t know his name
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| Chorus out |