| Just feel the beat, let your body do the rest
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| Don’t be afraid to move from right to left
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| We here to party, we ain’t here to impress
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| So move just how you like
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| Uh, yo, listen, me at nineteen
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| Getting very comfortable, tryna get green
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| Got a couple niggas looking mad cause I’m on scene
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| And they got a couple records talking obscene
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| Why you getting all mad? |
| It’s just my dream
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| Shit I figured you was good, homie serve fiends
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| So you see me in the club, wanna look mean
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| Like you just drunk a whole fifth of Jim Beam
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| Be easy, here’s what you do, find yourself a lil' breezy
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| Take her to the flo', let yourself go
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| Drink a lil' mo', here’s a lil' mo'
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| If she backing up then give her what she ask for
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| I just came to have a good old time
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| Don’t start no shit, don’t say no rhymes
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| If you see me kicking something then it’s not mine
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| Cause a party ain’t a party 'til you party with dimes
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| Uh, all work, no play
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| Leads to letting yourself loose at the end of the day
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| Couple shots of Marnier take your trouble away
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| Keep tipping the bartender, you just doubled her pay
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| Now headed for the exit but she want you to stay
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| Wanna pass a CD that she want you to play
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| OK, maybe later on, not here
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| Everybody claim that this year is they year
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| If that so, let’s get a few things clear
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| This exactly why Poobie came here
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| To shake a leg, sip barre
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| Not to put you on or become your A&R
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| Not to take your CD looking for a star
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| Real rap nigga, I ain’t made it that far y’know
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| So, grab one, have fun, it’s allowed
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| No more demos getting passed in the crowd
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| I just wanna have fun, yeah
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| Grab a drink and hit the dance floor
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| Just might get another drink and dance a little longer
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| I’m all danced but I can dance more
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| …what I came here for
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| You like, move just how you liiiiike
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| Oooooh-oh-oh-oh |