Ho!.....Ho
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Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
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Ho!.....Ho
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Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
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I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm Really Really
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Hot..Hot.Hot.Hot..Hot(scratches)
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(Verse 1)
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Let me holla at the DJ
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Come on DJ put that record on the replay
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Don't you see how them bitches move they booty
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Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them
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Screamin like a groupie
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Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochie
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Fuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you say
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Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway
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I'm just a bad bitch M-I-S miss
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I'm gone keep talking shit till you get this
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I'm gone bust up in the club with no guest list
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The other artists I'll keep em' all restless
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I don't french kiss, unless it's 50 cent
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Vivica we can share him like the president
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Tabloids I don't care it's irrelavent
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I'm heaven sent now watch how I do this shit
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(Chorus)
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Ho!.....Ho(I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm)
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Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
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Ho!.....Ho(Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot)
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Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
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I'm really, really hot
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every time my records drop
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Radio says I won't stop
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cause I'm killin' em
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(Verse 2)
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You don't know what you talking bout
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People thank I was Suge when I come out
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My album hit hard when I roll out
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Y'all records make a bitch wanna throw em out, and that's no doubt
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See I rock bells, Fly as hell and cool as it verdells baby can't you tell
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I lick my lips like I'm LL
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And I'm doin it & doin it & doin it well
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Srtaight to the hotel
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I'm sober bitch so boy you gets tail
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Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere
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Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair
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I'm a hot gal, fly cars & stars in strip bars it aint hot if I'm not there
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I'm a true playa, you can find me up in any record store hurry up & get yours
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(Chorus)
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(Verse 3)
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Look, let me move to the left
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Go Head, let me feel myself
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Touch my chest my sweat
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Show the DJ how I shake my brest
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Jingle, Jingle, Jangle
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Watch how my glu-de-ous dangle
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I do a one-two step STOP!
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No I aint done yet
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Everybody in the club go to work
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Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
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I'm gone rock to the beat till it hurt
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I'm gone drop it on the street yeah you heard
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Haters I flip the bird, Got guns so what I aint scread
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I came to boogy and swerve, Hang-line folk that's my word
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(Chorus & Release yourself)
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Release...yourself
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Release...yourself
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I'm Really Hot(scratches)
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Ragtime Interlude/I'm Really Hot
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Missy Elliott |