*featuring Ludichris
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[Ludichris - Verse One]
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I be that nigga named Ludi
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a k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-A
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Fuck that shit
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Nigga what you wan say one time
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Southside let's ride (say what)
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And if you love what you do, do what you feel
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Then I know you gonna mark my words
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Yall drop shit like birds
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Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served
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Just lay it on down
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Just lay it on down
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While we relax to the tight raps
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And the phat tracks
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That that nigga Timbaland put down
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Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit
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Don't have no time for the patient
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Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit
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And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
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I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby run"
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I guess that they can't handle this
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Brothers just to scandalous
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If you don't wanna get freaked
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then get out my way like an ambulance (say what)
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Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
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And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate
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Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes
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Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
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Yea
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[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]
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Let me touch it (let me touch it)
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Let me feel it (let me feel it)
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Let me grab it (let me grab it)
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That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
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Let me touch it (let me touch it)
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Let me feel it (let me feel it)
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Let me grab it (let me grab it)
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That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)
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Let me touch it (let me touch it)
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Let me feel it (let me feel it)
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Let me grab it (let me grab it)
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Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
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Let me touch it (let me touch it)
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Let me feel it (let me feel it)
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Let me grab it (let me grab it)
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That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)
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[Ludichris - Verse Two]
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Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
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Showin' them where that love's at
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So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks
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Punan' Don happy
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Givin' up that nappy dug out
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Get the cut up, then I cut out
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Why you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo)
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And it's always in the back of my mind
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Wherever the place, whenever the time
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Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine
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Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya
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Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
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And let dinner be served
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Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
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and put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter
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The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya
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Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
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So I can freak ya like I just met ya
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Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
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Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
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Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
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Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
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Yea
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[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]
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Let me touch it (let me touch it)
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Let me feel it (let me feel it)
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Let me grab it (let me grab it)
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That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
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Let me touch it (let me touch it)
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Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
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Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
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That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon)
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Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
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Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
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Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
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Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
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Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
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Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
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Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
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That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)
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[Ludichris]
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Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic
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You don't know how bad I missed it
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If it broke then don't fix it
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Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit
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Reminisce like Mary
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I gotta pop that cherry
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Kinda like that coochie
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You wanna be my hoochie
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Better than my advesary
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Don't be so scary
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I, never thought that you could act up
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Make a nigga wanna back up
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Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
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So we can slip and slide
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Make you wanna dip and dive
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Trippin' while we rip and ride
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Til I get to the coming side
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Got you where I want yo ass
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In the case of an emergency, break the glass
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Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
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We be happy if we had more blunts to pass
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Get done up and run up
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And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to
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I wake |