| This is how we roll, when we mash out
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| There’s no time for tantrum
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| (This dance is on and on and on and)
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| (Dance is on and on and on and)
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| Yeah, I, am, that fly girl
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| Can’t deny girl, nothin I won’t try one type of girl
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| Well maybe not coke, cause I’m dope already
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| Lyrics sharp like dart and cut like machetes
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| And I’m rockin the shit steady
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| Like no doubt, the show’s sold out
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| They know how I rolled in when I rolled out
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| Black Eyed Pea, L-Y-T
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| Slide through them bars, leave the track greasy
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| It’s easy, I flow through the beat breezy
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| Hate, they used to tease me, now they wanna be me
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| Lyte’s in the building, of course I’m back
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| Get that booty stuck like a cul-de-sac
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| I’m the all knowing like the almanac
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| And though your boy keep callin, I ain’t callin him back
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| Uh-uh
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| This is how we roll, when we mash out
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| There’s no time for tantrum
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| Only time of dancin, it’s the party anthem
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| I call Lyte so we could mash out
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| I swooped her up and then we mashed out
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| We stepped in the club to turn the party out
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| I took some flicks and poked my ass out
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| This is how we roll, when we mash out
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| There’s no time for tantrum
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| (This dance is on and on and on and)
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| (Dance is on and on and on and)
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| Fergie Ferg from the burbs, keepin shit flyer than birds
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| Concierge, valet, pulls my ride up to the curb
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| I step in the door, I said it, so listen
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| Me and MC Lyte takin you out on a mission
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| Like a space shuttle, me and my girls huddle
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| Get back to the crib, bathtubs filled with bubble
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| Champagne, caviar, for Hollywood rock stars
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| Back on the road, them mess with full bar
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| F-E-R, to the, G
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| Fergie Ferg rock hard most definitely
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| On the M-I, C with L-Y-T
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| I call Lyte so we could mash out
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| I swooped her up and then we mashed out
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| We stepped in the club to turn the party out
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| I took some flicks and poked my ass out
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| This is how we roll, when we mash out
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| There’s no time for tantrum
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| Only time of dancin', it’s the party anthem
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| Hold it now, hold it now, (what what?) hold it now
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| Hold it now, hold it now, (oh what?) hold it now
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| Hold it now, hold it now, (what what?) hold it now
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| Hold it now, hold it now, (oh what?) word
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| To all the cool chickens, center stage on the mic
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| We puttin it on wax, it’s the NEEEEEW STYLE!
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| Four and three and two and one
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| And when I’m on the mic, the honies come
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| I shoot the shit without a gun
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| The rhymes I rock are more than Action
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| Nothin but that, that satisfaction
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| Action-packed like Action Jackson
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| Stand back cat, here come that blastin
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| Blastin from no other than will.I.am
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| This is how we roll, when we mash out
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| There’s no time for tantrum
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| (This dance is on and on and on and)
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| (Dance is on and on and on and) |