| This goes out to all of y’all females and males
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| Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
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| (A-get your groove on)
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| Come and get your groove on
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| (A-get your groove on)
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| (Pras)
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| Refugee Camp, uh-huh
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| Navy Seals, All-stars, come on, come on, come on
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| (Pras)
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| Yo, yo, yo, so you wanna be startin somethin
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| Not for nothin, but yo, Pras is only good for, steady pumpin
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| I go bust I’m inflammable yeah, you disgust me
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| Your flow is horrible, see your man gotta carry you
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| Hyper water balls say no more your words are too cheap
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| Too affordable, you incapable of runnin your label
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| Goin against my crew is very irrational, improbable
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| Unthinkable, yeah quite impossible
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| So what’s your motive, tell me, what’s your agenda?
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| Try to slide under my name is all proper beginner
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| Tackle the crime, run out of time, in the wrong state of the mind
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| Is a sign of the time, you was quick like Cower Marie
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| Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth
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| I’ll drink you like a bloody Mary
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| Why try, you die, black eye, you rough guys
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| Try to light my fire you get burnt with smoke eyes
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| This goes out to all of y’all females and males
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| Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
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| (Get your groove on)
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| Come and get your groove on
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| (Get your groove on)
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| And tell my people that’s rowdy bout it
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| In the click about it, about it
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| Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
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| (Get your thug on)
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| Come on and get your thug on (come on, come on, come on)
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| Everybody come on
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| Where you been, on tour, niggas get no dumber
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| It’s scary; |
| I know exactly what you did last summer
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| Nothin, chilled low (low), do you feel dough? |
| (dough)
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| I mean that real dough (dough) bitches still real slow (slow)
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| You got show dough, go in, split that
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| We’ll be gone till November, when y’all niggas get back
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| Ah, did y’all ever go, ever flow, guess we’ll never know
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| A lot of cats talk about it, hoes screamin, whether shows
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| Yo it’s crunch time, ya want mine, you hardly know me
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| But when we blow, you’ll catch them off guard like Kobe
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| Now we did star as Rodies, point shamper would not
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| Lauryn, we know Tone, with the camper would not
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| I’m not Puff, but I can stop, best you know
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| Test the flow don’t do it, be the next to blow
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| Nigga check your… seen my style is fly
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| Better get her, I’m on point like, Alan Nigh
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| This goes out to all of y’all females and males
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| Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
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| (Get your groove on)
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| Come and get your groove on
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| (Get your groove on)
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| And tell my people that’s rowdy bout it
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| In the click about it, about it
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| Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
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| Come on and get your thug on
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| (Come on, come on, come on)
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| Everybody come on
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| See cats real clever like me bringin the strong
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| Had a deal for a year, can’t write one song
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| Been side too long, your advance picked up
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| I’m like Kane in 88, I’ma tear sh… up
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| Spitter, six flows average dudes can’t stand me
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| I’m nice and ease state, bringin heat like Miami
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| You never got to let me flow I still kick it
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| Never got to light my six, I still whip it
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| Tell your chick not to see me no more, I still hit it
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| She tossed and committed, player the shot did it
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| And Mr. Dibbs in it, then leave it alone
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| Watch me floss all night, no, get your own, what
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| This goes out to all of y’all females and males
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| Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
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| (Get your groove on)
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| Come and get your groove on
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| (Get your groove on)
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| And tell my people that’s rowdy bout it
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| In the click about it, about it
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| Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
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| (Get your thug on)
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| Come on and get your thug on
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| Everybody come on
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| (Pras)
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| Yo, yo, yo a lot of people thought I left welcome me back like Carter
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| Play these cats with a vengeance watch them die harder
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| You play your sound; |
| we’ll play our… louder
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| And stop askin me who the hell the baby’s father
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| Dirty cash countin, my crew never loosin
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| Shorty on standby, chief four, jet fuelin
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| Who is to say (say), how many AK’s (K)
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| Spread your way, what price you wanna pay?
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| Prices cut, iced seeds, sprinkle on my Rolo
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| Triple threat trio, you take us in the Limo, dig
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| I’m the safest ride I hear, next to the Volvo
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| Six double-o while you lacin a Pinto
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| No one isn’t safe, many had, carry ways
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| I’m fully irate, most ghettos don’t want to gate
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| We play Grammy’s you play Ricki Lake
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| Baptizin sinners at the Salt Lake City baby
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| This goes out to all of y’all females and males
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| Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
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| (Get your groove on)
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| Come and get your groove on
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| (Get your groove on)
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| And tell my people that’s rowdy bout it
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| In the click about it, about it
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| Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
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| (Get your thug on)
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| Come on and get your thug on (get your thug on)
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| Everybody come on
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| (Pras)
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| Uh, yeah, come on, stop it, stop it
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| This goes out to all of y’all females and males
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| Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
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| (Pras)
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| To all-them niggas locked down
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| All them real niggas nahmean? |