| I can’t make a mistake
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| Missing the dancefloor shake
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| I gotta get to the floor I gotta get to the floor
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| Romancing in the dark I spark the light
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| It’s allright tonight I gotta get the mic
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| As I smoke the crowd I spike red eye
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| Crippin' them Heinekens they don’t know where they been
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| Baby got backseat rollin' like Tandy
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| But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G
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| I mean no harm, but that lucky jog
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| You need to ditch it quik, get with the Brooklyn bomb
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| I be, we be, pumpin' the spot G
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| Wherever we be, we hit directly
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| It’s been so long, we gotta get it on
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| To this song, my song, now sing along come on
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| Come here, let’s rap 'n taste a little
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| Floor’s too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender ??
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| Celphone, all chrome, ???, come home we double chrome
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| But I can’t make a mistake, hmmm
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| Leave the dancefloor now (uhn uhn, no no)
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| I’m on this somethin', he bubble in the sugar baby
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| Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain’t need baby
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| When I step into ya Miss Rock-y (?) frame
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| I change the game, it’ll never look the same
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| Upstructed, abstracted, my tactic, fantastic
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| It’s been so long, we gotta get it on
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| To this song, my song, now sing along come on
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| I can’t make a mistake, I can’t make a mistake
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| Yeah… here he come, lookin' like he 21
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| Knowing damn well, he too could get done
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| But he got a partner, and that ain’t too hard to fix
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| Once I slide up in the mix
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| Suggin' it baby, from right to left
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| Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what’s left
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| It’s no mistery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin'
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| No what you comin' home with me?
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| I’m-gon'-get-some-satisfaction
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| The way you comin' at me with the action
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| You betta know it, when ya dealing with the poet
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| Whatever crap you got, you betta show it
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| It’s been so long, we gotta get it on
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| To this song, my song, now sing along come on
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| I can’t make a mistake, I can’t make a mistake |