| Yeah girl
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| I’ve been checkin out Big Willie Keith
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| He been trickin a lot of bills on me
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| Mmm-hmm!
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| I think I’mma show him somethin tonight
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| A lap dance I would say
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| Yeah, that’s what I’mma do
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| Yeahhhh.
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| I’m like a freak from Hunt’s Point, the Bronx and the Goat
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| Wear my drawers in tight mode, naked with no coat
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| Walkin around, I see youse about to lose her
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| That honey with white boots, and hair like Medusa
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| Brown-skin fine, I drink her body like wine
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| And throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine
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| I drunk a forty, I’m up in here feelin naughty
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| I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it shorty
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| I got no time to trick, on the average girl
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| I’m in paradise, caught up, in the booty world
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| And for you regular honies, tryin to play fly
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| I ain’t no Chemical no Bank in your human eye
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| I like my spot, everybody’s butt naked
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| Pump with G-strings, watchin hot momma shake it
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| I got my beer, viewin from the back rear
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| Yo brotherman, pass it right over here
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| I got to ease off the stress, like a eight to five
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| Keepin it real vexed, them panties wanna get live
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| Change the pace up, yo Jimmy turn the bass up
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| Yea yeah yeahhhh
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| Chorus: Kool Keith + girl (repeat 2X)
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| Yo baby (whassup?)
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| Don’t crush it when you sit upon it
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| (Yo baby) whassup?
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| (Don't rush it when I sit upon it)
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| I see you scopin me, the fourth time you cut your eye
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| Let the brother to catch wreck, then tell the man goodbye
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| I’m next on the menu, runnin up and in you
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| With seven rubbers on me, don’t try to discontinue
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| We gots to bump and grind, crank up the R. Kelly
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| Delicious kickin, no leather like I’m Fonzarelli
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| I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink
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| Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it don’t stink
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| I’m in the mix, like Funky-master Flex
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| I’m shootin gizm, then after you can pick up next
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| I watch you shake it, like palm trees in California
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| Now you a lady, mature and I’m rubbin on ya
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| I got my Phantom mask, I’m on the dolo
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| I slipped in my tip in, and bone a sweetie look like Yo-Yo
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| She had a good time, knees bent in the chair
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| She said, «Get wild — I like it when you pull my hair»
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| I gave her cream, and rubbed it on her black boots
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| I see a packed house in different color body suits
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| I’m in the front row, chillin on the down low
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| Checkin her dogstyle, she’s scoped by an ass pro
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| I’m from the back kid, smooth with tons of grease
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| Denver and Texas, and Cali on back to East
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| She hittin switches, and watch she make it lowride
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| Zoot, zoot, zzzzzzzt
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| It’s three o’clock, the morning shift’s about to come
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| Watchin Goldie lapdance, that grey hiney ain’t no slum
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| I gets my workout, my slickest hand from every angle
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| She’s on the job right, cutiepie sippin Tango
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| I gotta peel for real, a hundred dollar bill
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| I’m comin straight up, and not for a breakfast meal
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| This ain’t no Burger King, this ain’t no White Castle
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| Not like some ugly girls in Bentleys tryin to give a hassle
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| I like the slot machine, bustin nuts mean
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| Slippery wet lubrication like Valvoline
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| I’m pullin nylon, yo dead up G, to the side
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| Feelin soft flesh, I’m hard, I’mma let her ride
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| Jump up and down, get live like House of Pain
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| Leavin em so wet, the silk with a tan stain
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| I reach a climax, she’s happy with her orgasms
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| Go on girl! |