*featuring R Kelly & Ludacris
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[R. Kelly]
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Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
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hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
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What are we doing tonight baby?
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'Bout to roll up to this club
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'Bout to step off in this club
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'Bout to get big in this club
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'Bout to get wild in this club
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[2x]
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[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
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Now we about to show ya how wild it gets
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When a girl at the party when she backin it
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Now this girl dance freaky 'cause she passionate
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If I ask for some chips, then she stalking me
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She don't mean no introduction, she's a diamond of daw
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And I don't mean no janet, other way she mocking the flow
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Tattoo on her backs and ready to go
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Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
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I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
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We can the kitchen door so we around the stove
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In the chumps we chilling in some hotel room
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I put her towels on her body and massage her toes
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There ain't nothing like some sex on a friday night
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But then again nothing like some sex in any night
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After that gotta go got appointments girl
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I'm a doctor, I got other clients girl
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Now listen up close, I won't say it again
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Skip a dog your cat is a man's best friend
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Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight
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from ATL we about to get it crunk tonight
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Where we going?
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[Chorus]
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'Bout to roll up to this club
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'Bout to step off in this club
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'Bout to get big in this club
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'Bout to get wild in this club
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[2x]
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[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
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Hey Kelly!
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Oh damn! There go expensive Chris
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At the bar behind all the most expensive shit
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And his car always got the most expensive kit
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So his gun always got the most extended clip
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Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last
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Nicknamed double barrel and I'm build to blast
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Since your girl ain't a freak, well you gotta convince me
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Cause I'm all up in the pimp getting straight lewinsky
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And smoking some of that kill billton
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Me and my fucker I'm still thrill
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Can't part with the women that like it deep
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Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick
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Dirty word even judges say the burns are dirty
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We the reason that the clubs start closing early
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Walk up and watch the crowd start moving quick
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And I ain't gotta pay the DJ to play my shit
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[CHORUS]
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[Verse 3 - Lil' Jon]
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Yeah, hey, hey, hey
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Will the bull pimp come man I'm sloppy drunk
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I don't broke into club it's the king of crunk
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Let the anal way find, and I'ma put more flow
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Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go
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I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer
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While the ladies are all robbing my neck and beard
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No need to even ask it, who's the boss?
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When the dreadlocks slam and the roof come off
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The crunk juice got me up all night shit
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And in last year making that bite shit
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Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
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Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
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Fresh by the front and I'm ready to blast
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Got the dog but I knew my had to lie (ok)
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BME turn millionaire, and we all like 'what what, yeah'
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[CHORUS]
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[Verse 4 - R. Kelly]
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Now any other times I would say it's over
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Since the party so laugh, I can keep it going
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Shit don't stop till 6 in the morning
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Come 7 o'clock a nigga still ain't yawning
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Baby girl leaving now on her toes
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Hangover, wait a minute girl you leaving your cloth
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And tickets gonna sell for a major show
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If yousa a hater at the booth and the booth is closed
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And move out the way I'm a Luda fan
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Up north, dirty south, west eastside man
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All strippers in the club stand up right now
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We wanna see you shake your booty in the place right now
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Where we going?
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[CHORUS]
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In Da Club
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Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz |