| Ahh yeah mic check 1, 2
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| Eightball and MJG space-age forever
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| It was some what early, I was on my way
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| To get me some hay from my nigga in the Tray
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| And a four of that drank to go with my dank
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| It makes me lean all day
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| About three, I’m full of them trees
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| A dog want to hunt for a pack of fleas
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| Can I get me a freezy please
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| These H-Town freaks be a hundred degrees
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| It felt like a dream, sittin' on the lot at Dairy Queen
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| Very clean, in my dirty three pullin' machine
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| Jeans with tightly packed booty caught my eyes
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| My mind started to wonder about the prize between her thighs
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| She caught me lookin' grinnin'
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| Sharing my thoughts of late night sinnin'
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| Hey baby can I speak to you (Naw, naw you probably got plenty women)
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| Damn, how you gonna shoot a playa down
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| Before the conversation gets started baby
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| Ain’t you done seen me and MJG on BET with J-O-E
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| Anyway, I wonder if we could set this thing off properly
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| Jet to one of my properties and blow a bag of that broccoli
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| Possibly, we could be, more than friends if you let it be
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| Imagine it, you and me, in the middle of the night
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| In the middle of the night, you can do it so right
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| You could feel real good, lay your head back
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| Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
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| And tell me lil' something that I really want to hear, baby have no fear
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| I’ll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year so bring it over here
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| In the middle of the night, you can do it so right
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| You could feel real good, lay your head back
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| Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
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| And tell me lil' something that I really want to hear, baby have no fear
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| I’ll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year so bring it over here
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| In the middle of the night
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| I was chillin' at the bar, girl gave me the eye
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| So I had to start a conversation took by vision of my bone
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| Made me feel this chick was on
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| She said (I'm bored I ain’t did nothin but lay round the house all week)
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| And so I said in my mind
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| That’s a line of a flat down straight up ho down freak
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| Then I pulled her to the side and I asked her what’s up
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| She said (What's on ya mind)
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| I said well if ya thinkin' what I’m thinkin'
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| We straight ya ain’t gonna waste my time
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| Then I shuffled to the bar
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| Done missed the stuff that was goin' at the affair
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| Then as I came to the corner of the wall
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| I noticed that the girl was just standin' there
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| And then she gave me a look
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| Not an ordinary look but a look that made me thank
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| Did she want to romance, did she want to hit and run
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| Man, she out to try to count my bank
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| Now I was sippin' on the Hen and she approached me again
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| Choosin' on the playa with a grin, telling her friend
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| (Girl, I’ma be a lil' late gettin' in)
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| Now I was feelin' kind of hot in the spot
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| Gotta figure out a way to get my temperature down
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| Hit the town, ran a red to the hip without a flip
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| Without all these windows is around
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| Let’s me and you do what we gotta do to get through
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| The rest of this episode, hold on tight
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| Let’s re-write in the middle of the night
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| I’m on late night mission top let down
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| That’s the way I gotta flip when I be
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| Feelin' 'ike I want to take a dip in the wind
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| Night-life livin' all the way to the end
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| It’s just something bout the moon and the stars
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| And the dark blue sky that turns me on
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| I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down
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| Gotta get better believe I’m gone
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| Now you can call me the vampire type
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| Batman livin' in a cave no lights
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| Seem too bright MJ outta sight
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| Never gotta fuss plus I never gotta fight
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| I might make another round through the Mound
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| Gotta get a sack of hay to make my trip complete
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| Look at all the women still hangin' in the streets
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| Temptation is an animal hard for me to beat
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| But as I creep through the midnight
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| Checkin' out the few tail I’d like to get right quick
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| Got my hand on my tone if a crook try to get me
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| Then a crook gonna wind up sick
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| I need to find a way to spend my time
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| Situation dirty, gotta erase my mind
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| Hangin' out to dry like clothes on a line
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| Everything fine, just like wine
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| Ain’t nothin' shakin' but the leaves in the trees
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| Young women knees in a fresh set of keys
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| Now I’m fixin' to break em' to the birds and the bees
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| MJ put the P in tha ABC
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| In the morning I’ma stay up in the bed
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| Reaching for the cup filled up with ice
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| Blend it in with that H2O coolin' me off from my flight |