| Woo!
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| Damn
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| There’s a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
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| I’m about to get drunk
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| Let’s hold down
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| Where the bar at?
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| Okay, okie dokey Obie’s here
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| No more Focus Hobo’s got a career
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| And I like your brassiere and there’s a party in here
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| And I’m ready to talk naughty in Veronica’s ear
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| She erotic and it’s hot, saw Heineken beer
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| Put it to the side and invite her to «Cheers»
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| Pull up a chair, nigga swear no drama
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| Prepare for a player who’s working with a monster
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| I ain’t got time to waste, let’s vacate the place
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| Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state
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| Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get
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| But we found what’s fate
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| We can watch two incredible mates masturbate
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| Why settle and wait
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| Let’s escalate to the nearest Super 8
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| And see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin' booty cheeks
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| And this is my favorite song
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| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
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| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
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| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
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| And this is my favorite song
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| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
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| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
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| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
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| Okay holy moly derriere
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| Look around the club booty everywhere
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| She caught me starin
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| And my homies darin me to approach Karen
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| She’s model material, but she got a venereal
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| Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal
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| She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio
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| The DJ’s playin Obie song on the stereo
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| And she’s impaired and she wants to be headin home
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| With the real thing not the dildo clone
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| And I know I don’t wanna be headin home
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| With some double Ds full of silicon
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| Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
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| Found me outside, clown me outside
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| 'Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside
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| Cussin at the bitches screamin «off to they rides!»
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| And this is my favorite song
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| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
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| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
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| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huhh)
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| And this is my favorite song
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| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
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| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
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| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
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| Okay rolie polies everywhere
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| Gotta find a slim chick’s atmosphere
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| Obesity’s glarin and she got me fearin
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| She’s gonna come over here and try to eat me literally, like a box of Cheerios
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| Cherry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
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| I’m outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
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| So better cover up that blubber or I’ll split
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| (feet running away noise)
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| And I ain’t got time to play
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| Let’s investigate another place today
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| Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
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| Dresses pettite, no window drapes
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| Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans
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| Got ya Opera and jeans
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| Seems to me a little lean cuisine
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| Wouldn’t hurt much, hot don’t touch
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| And this is my favorite song
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| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
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| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
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| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
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| And this is my favorite song
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| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
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| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
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| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
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| Haha, haha, ha
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| You gotta have teeth baby
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| It just wouldn’t look right
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| Look, me big lips
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| You no teeth, it wouldn’t work
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| Haha ha, yeah
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| I’m feelin' good
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| Shady Records man
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| Obie Trice |