| I was mad dip
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| Butterfly collars and shit
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| Chains from the slave ship
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| Dreads with the wave kit
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| Bifocals and wing-tips
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| Velvet pants and a velour coat
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| Looked in the mirror
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| Damn I look dope
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| Folded up the singles in my loot-clip
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| Put a sock in my pants on some Uncle Luke shit
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| Dressed to impress
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| Now I’m ready to go The club is twelve blocks away
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| And I got no loot, so I walk ten and take a cab for two
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| Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe
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| I’ve got the hottest dance steps:
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| Running Man, Cabbage Patch
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| Plus the Robocop, then I bring back the Walk
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| Jaws will drop, and all the ladies will flock
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| Brothers thinking, What he got that I ain’t got
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| I’ll tell ya fella, it’s written in my best seller
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| It started to rain, I got no umbrella
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| The walking turned to running
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| Still I look stunning
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| Covered enough ground before my Taxi could summon
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| Got to the spa and hopped out at the front
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| Tripped over the curb, limping cuz my toes were stubbed
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| Then I tried to give pounds to people I didn’t know (yo, what’s up y’all!)
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| At Lucy &Joe's, my destination was the back door
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| Not because the bouncer told me not to come back
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| I’m just sneaking in the club because I got it like that
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| I remember when you used to be broke
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| Ignored when you spoke
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| And people would take you for a joke
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| You used to go to the club, and look like a scrub
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| But couldn’t afford the admission
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| From outside you’re looking in Waiting for a chance to slip by You slide through the back door
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| But you wasn’t supposed to be there
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| You’d look like an idiot if you got caught, but you didn’t care
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| Just as long as you got your groove on It was smooth sailing, they was playing the Thong Song
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| You’re feeling shorty with the boots on Cutting through the crowd sideways, it’s time to move strong
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| To cool kick it, say something slick off the top
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| Flash your jewels, fix your suit
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| Fidgeting with your wristwatch
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| But while you was in the corner acting the big shot.
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| They threw on some hip-hop
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| People got on the dance floor
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| And a bouncer saw you standing at the corner near the door (Hey you!)
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| He started walking your way, to muscle you out
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| Since you refused to pay
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| So there was nothing for you to say
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| When he blew up your spot
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| And threw you out the front to the floor
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| (I told you not to come back here!)
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| Past the bar on the right through the double doors
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| You mumbled and swore, stumbled and tripped on the pavement
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| (Goddamn.)
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| People in line started laughing (Haha!)
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| When they threw you half-ass
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| Screaming that you wasn’t allowed back in But that was back, acting like nothing happened
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| You patted your Tims off, depressed from embarrassment
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| It could have been fresh, it would have been lavish
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| One day you’ll make it and won’t have to deal with this madness |