| Nigga, quit being so got damn selfish
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| Put it in ya pelvis
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| Let it work, gyrate, motivate
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop over, out the blue
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| I hope that you do too
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop up over, out the blue
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| No, after you
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| Oh, thank you Lord for throwing some shy
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| Bones in my body let me tell you why
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| If not so, I’d be too, too bad
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| When it comes to pink polka dots and plaids
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| Glad to meet you, my name is Dre
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| But you can call me Possum Aloysuis Jenkins
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| Andre 3000 for short
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| And naaw I don’t want to see your thongs
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| I kinda dig them old school cute regular draws
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| And I will pause for your cause
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop over, out the blue
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| I hope that you do too
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop up over, out the blue
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| No, after you
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| I’m a gentleman, I’m a satisfy your soul
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| And then I’m a get mine
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| Like Wimbledon we back and forth across the court
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| Until we give out, do you take it all or spit it out
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| Are you faking the funk and living a lie
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| Do you really know what it feels like
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| To have no control over the G spot?
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| It’s like a brand new pair of Reeboks or a junkie freshly detoxed
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| You feel the tingling all over like convulsions or the rooster pox
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| I used to not give a damn
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| But now I make it a point just to please you
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| So you can go back and tell all your buddies, I Pretty D’d you
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop over, out the blue
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| I hope that you do too
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop up over, out the blue
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| No, after you
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| Let’s see what you wanna do with the Gangsta Boo
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| Let’s cut, nigga, nigga what, I’ll cut you too
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| Coming through in a Escalade limo, tint with shade
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| Purple haze in the ashtray ready to get a blaze
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| What the biz nigga jump on in relax wit a lady
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| Wit a reputation known for sexing niggas till they crazy
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| Whatcha mean dog, telling a playa like Boo to call before I come
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| You a game I’m fucking on you for fun
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| Join the bandwagon nigga it’s a Gangsta Boo party
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| Everybody wanna join come and freak wit somebody
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| Riding Jaguars, riding Prowlers all sports cars
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| Hitting strip bars wit the top down, fuck y’all
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| Groupie you need to be glad you even knew me
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| Do me and tell all my friends you truly blew me
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| Bitch
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop over, out the blue
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| I hope that you do too
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop up over, out the blue
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| No, after you
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| Nigga you better dial 404−485 well bump all that
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| But shit you’d better call before you get here and that’s a fact
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| Before you get your feelings hurt
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| Because you caught me playing nurse
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| Wit a stethoscope running around in one of those cute short white skirts
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| I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t respond to Aloysius
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| Peeped in the window saw me cooking shrimp
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| In high heels and washing dishes
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| For Daddy Fat Sax and it was something I couldn’t explain
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| I know it’s a dirty, dirty game, but you should’ve called before you came
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop over, out the blue
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| I hope that you do too
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| I’ll call before I come
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| I won’t just pop up over, out the blue
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| No, after you |