| I like that, Saadiq you a fool man
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| Come out to the West Coast more often
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| Aww it sounds good, ooooh
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| What was you talkin about? |
| Yeah
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| I got to leeeave here this mornin, ah
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| I got to go to work, I got to go to work
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| Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
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| I’m up early in the mornin 'fore the rooster gets to yawnin
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| Last night The House of Blues was jumpin, Nappy Roots was on it
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| Good God almighty, drank too much, I’m bout to throw up
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| Grandma got me hollerin damn (?)
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| It’s 6:30 live and callin, tellin Prophet roll up
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| It’s a trip to Sunset Strip and not we off to Oakland
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| Cal-i-forn-i-a got me caught up in the moment
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| I be back in like a couple of days is what I told my woman
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| Yo aight
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| Take me a second to breathe and let stress go
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| Walk out, grab my paper and wave next do'
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| Take me a shower, get dressed and do a quick pass
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| Say me a prayer 'fore I leave so I can get back
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| It’s easy like Sunday mornings with a six pack
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| Monday I’m back on the road and I respect that
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| Gotta go break a little bread for some improvements
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| Gotta go share with the world this new movement
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| I’m gone
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| (Whoooo!) That’s what it felt like
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| Gut tight, last night, barely slept right
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| Just couldn’t wait to get up this mornin
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| Hugged the kids, kissed my woman
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| I love performin, shit, hate the tourin
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| But daddy gotta go make that money, baby
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| Pray for me while I’m away and when I get paid
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| We can get carried away, is that ok? |
| Baby
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| I told you how I made a dollar, out a dime and a nickel
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| Blue collar, gotta grind on instrumentals
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| See my, pencil and pad has me punchin the clock
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| I put in, time and a half, skip lunch, I can’t stop
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| I gotta start somethin
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| Started with nothin but hard at some hustlin
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| Girl, I’m gettin sick and tired of fussin
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| I’m sorry, it’s hardly enough time for lovin
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| But baby you know the time is comin (yeah)
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| One drink at the bar, led to the dance flo'
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| She was lookin at me, dancin soul G, names no need
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| Felt the way that I was feelin
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| Waffle house immediately, now we at the house chillin
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| Back rub, I was tense, y’all know where it went
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| Patio in the rain, car hood, the kitchen sink
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| Layin in the bed now, pillow talk all night
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| Gotta hit the studio, I’ll be back tomorrow night
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| How many ladies in the mornin wake up lonely?
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| Love rough sex, baby screamin, «Put it on me»
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| But when your man ain’t around you call his homie
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| How many times I gotta be him nigga? |
| Owe me
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| I follow my lines and take your panties off slowly
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| Makin it hot like Cash Money flashin Roleys
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| You tell me to stop but I’m rockin, steady growin
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| If your man knock I’m on the job and not goin |