| I’m in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor
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| Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low
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| I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves
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| Shakin, like ain’t nobody shakin' better than her
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| House is packed, we’re moving from front to back
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| Took my seat in VIP, and ordered a Cognac
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| Pull out my product sack, and commenced the break down
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| Here baby, you puff? |
| grab up a seat and sit down
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| We gon' roll it up, come on girl
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| Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
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| You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
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| And the party don’t stop till sunlight
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| Four blunts later, and two and a half bottles of Don P
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| Followed by four shots of whiskey, had me tipsy
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| But I still had game
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| And thoughts are still running up in ol' girl’s frame
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| Now I don’t pimp skirts, I lift skirts
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| And then serve, my dang-dang and beat it up until your 'nanny hurts
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| What do you say we leave this place, and get a bit to eat
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| And maybe after that I can toss you up, in the backseat
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| We gon' roll it up, come on girl
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| Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
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| You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
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| And the party don’t stop till sunlight
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| Back in the car, now we on the road
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| Is when she acting all freaky, out of control
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| Said the way she worked up in the club, that wasn’t shit
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| And I should see her when she butt naked, working the dick
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| Ain’t no point, just imagining
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| I’m headed to the Quality Inn, to get some quality skins, from this trick
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| She put it on me, then straight f**ked me to death
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| But ain’t no stopping a player when there’s still a blunt left
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| (Chorus repeat until end)
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| We gon' roll it up, come on girl
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| Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
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| You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
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| And the party don’t stop till sunlight |