| E’rybody just throw your hands up what
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| All the ladies just throw your legs up what
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| All the fellas just throw your cups up
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| And toast to the homeboy that off in yo' girls guts, what?
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| Say man, she said she broke up with you last week
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| Now you trippin' 'cause your chicken went out and passed cheeks
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| And got a fast leak, from Tecca N9na Katrina
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| Now she right up in mi cocina while your ass sleeps
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| How’d I take her from you? |
| Oh, it twern’t nuttin'
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| It’s because your girly girly know I earn somethin'
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| Now I got them legs over my shoulders
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| Holdin' my soldier, swollen, I can’t hold my composure
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| And when I come to town, your woman come around
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| And plenty fun is found when I give her some of the clown
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| The Kansas City style got her yellin' «Just gimme now»
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| You don’t wanna hear the sound 'cause I’m doin' 'bout 20 rounds
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| If your girl’s at a Tech show, it’s what you thinkin'
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| Feel like she let go, it’s what you thinkin'
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| You never get no, it’s what you thinkin'
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| (Yeah) it’s what you thinkin', (yeah) it’s what you thinkin'
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| If your girl’s at a Tech show, it’s what you thinkin'
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| Feel like she let go, it’s what you thinkin'
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| You never get no, it’s what you thinkin'
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| (Yeah) it’s what you thinkin', (yeah) it’s what you thinkin'
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| She know you barely make it, we got crazy cash
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| On the movie set, me and my homie Baby Bash
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| Got your girl waitin' to get her world shakin'
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| At the Grand American givin' your girl spankings
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| 'Cause she’s a bad gal, she said she need a release
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| So she greeted with beast now she’s no longer sad now
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| I’m with your wifey
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| 'Cause she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like
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| me
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| At the Grafton laughin', makin' her stare at these
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| Kutty Cal, Grese, Chris, Seven and Periclease
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| Got your hottie naughty when she drinkin' on Caribeez
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| At Kid Rock’s and I’m off in a booth with Tara Reid
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| Tecca N9na is not a coward, I’ll jump in the shower
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| And bumpity bumb that rock girl if you doubt us
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| Ask freaky Adina Howard about it
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| She know we Scorpios lovin' to hit it for hours
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| If your girl’s at a Tech show, it’s what you thinkin'
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| Feel like she let go, it’s what you thinkin'
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| You never get no, it’s what you thinkin'
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| (Yeah) it’s what you thinkin', (yeah) it’s what you thinkin'
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| If your girl’s at a Tech show, it’s what you thinkin'
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| Feel like she let go, it’s what you thinkin'
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| You never get no, it’s what you thinkin'
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| (Yeah) it’s what you thinkin', (yeah) it’s what you thinkin'
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| I see you mad at me, but my 'nads happy
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| 'Cause you losin' and now you wanna take a stab at me
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| She hangin' with me, 'cause you foul nigga
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| And I’m at the Four Seasons takin' her to eat a Tao nigga
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| That’s T-A-O, when I see a ho
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| She’s hooked when I let the instant replay go
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| She’s bare now everyone’s there throwin' wood at it
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| Man this music’s so unfair if you good at it
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| Come with us women it’s so fun with us under the sun with us
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| From dawn 'til dusk, I’ma give her the lovin' that make her wanna say
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| hamdulillah
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| Praisin' this craziness in Vegas when I get up on the stage it’s outrageous
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| Mandelay Bay with the right ages everybody get laid to this
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| I apologize if you’re heart broken
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| Keep a spark smokin' once the N9na starts scopin'
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| She’ll lie to you and won’t blink
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| When it come to Tech N9na bein' with your lady
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| Don’t think, don’t think! |
| (don't think!)
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| If your girl’s at a Tech show, it’s what you thinkin'
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| Feel like she let go, it’s what you thinkin'
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| You never get no, it’s what you thinkin'
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| (Yeah) it’s what you thinkin', (yeah) it’s what you thinkin'
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| If your girl’s at a Tech show, it’s what you thinkin'
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| Feel like she let go, it’s what you thinkin'
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| You never get no, it’s what you thinkin'
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| (Yeah) it’s what you thinkin', (yeah) it’s what you thinkin'
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| Ha ha it’s what you though dawg your chicks with us
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| Tech N9ne, Kalikeezy, Young Green why you keep doin' it to yourself dawg
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| Her jaws are full, get back, she’ll holla tomorrow |