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[Featuring Q-Tip]
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Intro
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Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good
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stuff;
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It ain't doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on.
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So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh,
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slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do you know
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what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact uhhhhh
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First Verse
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Listen to me honey,
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Ah, honey listen here please.
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If sexy were a virus,
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Then you have a disease.
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Slamming is your styling
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Let me speak for a while and
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Tell you all about the grand slamming.
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(Why are you smiling?)
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Let's do the uptown slide,
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Don't need a transfer or auto ride.
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We only need a cab with us inside.
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Finally finally we got uptown,
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And when we got uptown,
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Honey's drawers came down.
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Did the audio visual,
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She had the residual.
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Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. Pull.
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I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow.
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Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow.
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Then she started feeling,
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Yes it was appealing.
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I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling.
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We started five play,
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She said that she would come.
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I said it wasn't four play,
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Because I used my thumb.
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Nibbled on her neck,
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Oh, what the heck,
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She said, 'One two, one two' and went down for a mike check.
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Her mike sounds nice check one.
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Her mike sounds nice check two.
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She did this 'till it was all gone.
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I told her to slow down.
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But she kept on.
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Chorus
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And on, and on, and on, she kept on > repeated four times
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(added during second line)
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You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby.
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(added during fourth line)
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Though your sounding as good as a CD.
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Second Verse
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Everything was Dolby, or rather was ok.
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She was playing Frito and I play the Lay.
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Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say.
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Yo, you can't have a show without the DJ.
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I entered in my drawers.
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To show that I was live.
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The hoe didn't believe that I was nine point five.
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She said, 'Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?'
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I said, 'Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.'
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I was erectified. I gave her the proof.
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And then I suggested a little roof roof.
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She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong,
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I'm the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge.
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Don't get offended by the position I recommended.
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Doggy style is my shit.
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The bottom is what I hit.
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I didn't eat her,
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Or Rita, just beat her,
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Bonita, Bonita, Bonita
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Uhhhhhhh!
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Verse Three: Q-Tip
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Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil.
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Lawnge you got the felt 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle.
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Now put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick.
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And live up to your name,
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Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick.
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As the dookie hits the fan,
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Here comes the horny man
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To finish up the task.
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So I'm scopein out that ass.
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Lawnge, she wants it,
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Her hands spread the butt cheeks.
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Tip plus Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets.
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Outtro
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God damn.
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Yo, somebody give me,
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A horny time.
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Somebody give me a ho.
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Spread the ass.
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Just give me a ho.
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No man.
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Somebody give me a ho.
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I'm gonna come in your face.
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Somebody give me a ho.
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I'm coming, in your face.
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Somebody give me a ho.
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I'm gonna come in your face.
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Somebody give me a ho.
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Bitch just let me pee on you.
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Let me pee on you.
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Let me pee on you.
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Somebody give me a ho.
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I've got the anal sun god.
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I've got the anal sun god.
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Let me pee on you.
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Somebody give me a ho.
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Ahhhhhhhh.
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I can't hold it no more.
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Chorus
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for the two insert lines put
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Somebody give me a ho
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La Menage
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Black Sheep |