| Reggie… ladies and gentlemen
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| We gon' do it like this
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| INTRODUCING~!
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| Yo, ay, the brother with a haircut
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| Rhymes, got your mind in a bearhug
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| Ladies, this one to pin your hair up
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| This year, I have the tighter Airs up
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| They say I’m lil' cocky when I’m battin
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| Pardon me Duke, it’s my anxiety attackin
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| That just happened, next cover, it’s me
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| With bullshit hoes like them Stepbrothers
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| Yeah, a nigga tight when he let loose
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| It’s Reggie, that man, he’s signin Shaq too
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| New Jersey believe me I’m on the rescue
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| My track record on track like Neptunes
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| Hip-Hop, I need her back on the beat
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| That’s why I’m blood, even my underwear brief
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| That’s, me, I’m, street
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| H.N.I.C. |
| rip shop and I, breeeathe nigga
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| On the purp' and the backwood
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| The young crowd like, «How he still that good?»
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| I’m a East coast rider mayne, WHASSUP?!
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| So capture the master of the rapture
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| Huh, Japan think I’m so fly
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| The ladies want the cream of Sum Dum Guy
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| Sip my mai-tai, connect my wi-fi
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| To my watch and tell her you want Reggie then I’m, OUT
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| I fly like a rock star
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| Cause I’m far from a gentleman
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| And when it come to my MU-SIC
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| You can see what I’m gettin at, shorty shorty, ay
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| Shorty, shorty, ay
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| Shorty, shorty… |