| «You see pimpin’s big business
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| And it’s been goin on since the beginning of time
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| And it’s gonna continue STRAIGHT AHEAD
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| Til somebody up there turns out the lights on this small planet.»
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| Allow me to propose a toast.
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| Allow me to propose a toast
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| From the Pos and not the Dean Martin celeb roast
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| In this event I’ve come to swing
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| Bust a move, present a crown for the king
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| The true black mack with a knack to attract a stack
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| Girls attack, I spin dem out like crack
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| I say, «Cupid, draw back your bow, let your arrow flow
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| And yo. |
| hit the ho!»
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| So let me work my maneuver
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| There’s none smoother, so you know that I’ma soothe her
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| And uhh, when I start to shoot the gift
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| The next day, I got you workin' on the nightshift
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| I got you workin' on the nightshift
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| I got you workin' on the nightshift
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| That’s right, Pos baby
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| You gotta school these young macks comin' up today, y’know
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| I mean to be 'frank', they just hot dogs
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| The girls are relish, and they need to ketch-up on they pimpin'
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| Positive! |
| Oh yes, the fly pimp
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| I do my thing but I would never attempt
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| To brag or boast, to try to say that I’m the baddest
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| When it comes to this, know my status
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| Ridin' with Kane in a Mercedes
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| Flashin' high-beams, amongst all the young ladies
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| They step up askin' me to get in
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| But you know my motto: no skins, no Benz (heh)
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| I give the kiss of death, just like Blackula
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| Before you know it, I’m like a mack to her
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| One whiff of the gap shot swift
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| And quit your day job, 'cause now you’re on the nightshift
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| I got you workin' on the nightshift
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| I got you workin' on the nightshift
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| Check it out, I go by the name of…
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| Well for the time being let’s just call me 50 Grand
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| Because umm… hehehe
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| There’s 50 states and I G’d in each one of them
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| Heh, kick it baby
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| I’m what you’d call a smooth microphone controller
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| My lifestyle’s like suave bola
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| Keep my hair in a cameo, gettin' gas from Amoco
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| The only thing I’m sniffin' is your girlfriend pantyhose
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| And if you find that kinky
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| Put some barbecue sauce on the tip of my pinky
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| Watch me get freaky like a nymphomaniac
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| And exotic, an erotic tour with the mack
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| No I’m no one to be played with
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| (Kane: Auditions at 12 baby) for the nightshift
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| I got you workin' on the nightshift
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| I got you workin' on the nightshift
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| I got you workin' on the nightshift
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| Man, you got to work your women by the scale
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| I mean if she’s skinny, make her bring you home a good penny
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| And if she fat, make her pay like she weigh
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| Hmm, come again now
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| I’m a quote an old song, that’s if I might
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| What they used to say? |
| «The Freaks Come Out at Night.»
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| Yeah, believe it’s true, in fact it’s a reality
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| Some do it for the love and some do it for the salary
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| Women are true and women are deceiving
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| Women are also ladies of the evening
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| Shakin' them hips softly while she’s steppin'
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| Her lovin' ain’t a tool, her lovin' is a weapon
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| Time keeps tickin' and the world keeps turnin'
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| Thought I knew it all, but I’m still learnin'
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| So fellas watch your ladies cause it’s women I’m pursuin'
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| Takin' em away, no matter what you’re doin'
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| I don’t play games, 'cause games are for fools
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| And when your girl picks me — you know the rules
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| And when she disappears, don’t even wonder if
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| 'Cause I’m tellin you now — I got her on the nightshift
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| I got her workin' on the nightshift
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| I got em workin' on the nightshift
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| Uhh…
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| I got 'em workin on the nightshift
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| Ah, here we go
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| Uhh, yeah baby, c’mon
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| Uhh, yeah, c’mon
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| Uhh, a yeah baby c’mon
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| Check it out |