| Groove me, I need you
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| To groove me, I need you
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| So put it here, baby, open your eyes
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| And let me groove you
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| Got the phat groove on the reel
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| So put it here, baby, open your eyes
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| And let me groove you
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| Got the phat groove…
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| Salt-N-Pepa came back to the mic
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| It’s not the end of the road
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| And like the boom in the bass about to explode
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| I got the rhymes to keep you goin' like petro
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| So everytime you see me on the mic
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| You know you just can’t let go
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| So here we go again, sexy in a twin-pack
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| Straight from my eyes down to my back stacked
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| You’re under my control
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| I got your heart and soul
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| Go down and take your time
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| I want you deep inside
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| So put it here, yeah, baby
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| Open your eyes and let me groove you
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| The music in my mic can move you
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| Like engine-engine number nine
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| I got the rump-shakin' flavor with the nasty rhyme
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| So if the crowd can move with me, move with me
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| Salt-N-Pepa said groove with me, groove with me
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| So put it here, baby
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| Open your eyes and let me groove you
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| Got the phat groove on the reel
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| So put it here, baby
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| Open your eyes and let me groove you
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| Got the phat groove on the reel
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| Well I’m the P-E-P-A, Pepa here to stay
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| And good when naughty so hip-hop hooray
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| I rock the mic like Anita freak a love song
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| I must say, yes, it’s been so long
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| But now I’m back, bustin' phat rhymes, and I’m here to stay
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| So you got to give it up like Marv Gaye
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| You’re under my control
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| I got your heart and soul
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| Go down and take your time
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| I want you deep inside
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| Yes, yes, I’m swingin' my rhymes at full speed
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| To groove with the style cuz it’s full breed
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| I bring it home like Stephanie Mills, and then I chill
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| Got the phat groove on the reel
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| So move with the tune, yeah, move with me
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| Salt-N-Pepa said groove with me, groove with me
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| Why don’t you throw it to me now?
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| I mean now, yeah babe, right now
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| Let the bass boom-boom and pow-pow me
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| I like my music real loud and grimey
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| Slick and slimey, you may try me
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| But can’t run no bullshit by me
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| Cuz Wink and I, we flow to a statically beat automatically
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| Anything else could be a laugh to me
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| G, see, see, see what I’m sayin'?
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| See the crowd swayin' to the phat joint playin' |