| Somebody gimme one more cuz I just ran out
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| I don’t go to the clubs and I don’t stand out
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| Balls to the wall in the basement partyin'
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| Doesn’t matter what bar we in or what car we in
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| Big Red on the 1s and 2s,
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| Now I know just what to do
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| Start goin' buck wild cuttin' up the rug
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| In the middle of the music dealers living room
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| It’s like «BOOM»
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| How ya like me now?
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| Fans do the wave so I surf the crowd
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| Speakers blown cuz we get so loud
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| Never sell out but our shows sold out
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| Get 'em like «HEY!»
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| Gettin' torn up in the middle of the day
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| Radical Something, you know what they say:
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| «Once you get a little taste then you’ll never be the same»
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| Step right up, it’s the last night
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| It’s the last night, it’s the last night
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| In the city of lights
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| It’s the last night, it’s the last night
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| It’s the last night,
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| To do what we came to do
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| Sweaty tee, drippin' wet
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| Did I get your number? |
| I forget
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| It’s Big Red, in my own weight class
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| Tomahawk, yeah breakin' glass
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| Yeah
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| Now were on a roll
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| Sit back relax get comfortable
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| Cuz these days, got heat waves
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| Listen lil mama, better behave
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| Oh
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| Instant replay, raps A-class
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| Never been a function that we can’t crash
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| May laugh, but I bet you gon' move ya butt
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| When I pop off the top with the groovy stuff
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| I’m too faced to talk
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| And took a dang shot with a grain a salt
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| Hop right in, get right to it, movin'
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| Dare me enough and I just might do it
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| Step right up, it’s the last night
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| It’s the last night, it’s the last night
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| In the city of lights
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| It’s the last night, it’s the last night
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| It’s the last night,
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| To do what we came to do
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| Yo, thanks for listenin'
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| Much love,
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| Give us a shout — (818) 221−9368
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| Hahaha ahhhh Mitchy, you’re great… |