| Ya know, ya see
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| Supposed we was to raise the bar
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| Take the parts and make them raw
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| Take the parts and make them whole
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| Slip the mother fucker back to burning soul, ya see
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| Make’n love on the telephone
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| With the whole game watching
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| Turn around and say:
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| «what these crazy fools do when I turned my last back
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| They was looking over but the crews still down», see
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| I was thinking we could work it out
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| We could bump this shit all over town
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| We could right that hit girl
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| Flip that script girl
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| Get that paper people bound
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| Ya know
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| We the ones that keep on reach’n
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| Triple check’n
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| Downtown beek’n
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| Hold it now
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| Let’n old school jeans in
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| Put the love in fantasy’n
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| HOOK
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| When the beat drops
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| And the peeps lock
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| That’s when we go
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| Owwwwwwww
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| You know
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| Candy floss, we brought
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| This exabition ride
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| Reason for the party
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| To have a drink outside
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| Take a wif off the riff, and
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| Get on that ride
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| We got these pretty young things to come and lotion the slide
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| For time that flies
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| Hips that glide
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| Ice that’s thin and
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| The ass that’s wide
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| Late night, body tight… bonafied vibration
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| Feeling right to the morning light
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| Out of sight without debation
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| Music got ya moving in your club position
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| Wind on my face
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| Sun on my back… I like a record button on a fresh layed track
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| Cool under pressure
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| Check the playback
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| Doesn’t matter where I’m from
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| It’s where I’m at
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| With my cat in this hat
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| With a dug out of bats
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| We got the sun shining down singing tit for tat
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| And that’s that
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| That’s that!!!
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| HOOK
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| When the beat drops
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| And the peeps lock
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| That’s when we go
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| Owwwwwwww |