[Ali]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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[Chorus]
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Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)
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Do the chickenhead go on let it out
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Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)
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Put ya back in and let ya knees bend
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Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)
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Do the monastery go on let it out
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Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)
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Put ya back out and let ya knees bend
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[Verse: Ali]
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Somebody move, nobody get hurt
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This is official, man, only dance flo' experts
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And party animals and me being a rhyme cannibal
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Flamable Hannibal while it's bangin' it's understandable
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Now back to somebody movin' nobody get hurt
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My intentions on this one is the party wet his shirt
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Now go to work and do the chicken (buh kah)
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Do the chicken, and once you do it's stickin'
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Believe me dirty it's kickin' through the door
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Throwback Vokal velour
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Matchin' Diadonas, fresh off tour, head to the floor
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Take it round, round, chickenhead breakin' it down
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Created by my town the monastery is found
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Or the Casino like Reno, I'm that nigga can see low
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Crowd movin' all black, white, la-latino
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There will be no extra space to waste
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Pick up the pace, see your heart rate
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And if you start to hyperventilate
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[Chorus]
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[Verse: Ali]
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Right now, I hope you wit me
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I'm a Wizard like Chris Whitney
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When doin' it law breakin' the people gon' come get me
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First, ladies put ya drink by ya purse
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Fellas tuck in ya shirt and put in belt buckle words
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Sayin', ladies get ya dip right and ya hip right
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Fellas ya betta find that and get behind that
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Third, you can do it, shaken or stirred
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Show up per word and flap like a bird
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Fo, do it some mo', five, make sure it's live
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Six, ladies and fellas here we go now, SWING!
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Seven, laid back like you lookin' for heaven
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Let ya body preach like we in church and need a reverend
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Eight, if you made it this far, dirty you straight
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If not, you better practice and get it fo' it's too late
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Nine, is this the time to prepare for the dime?
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Ten - start all over again!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse: Nelly]
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Yo, who got that, that fire?
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That fire, I can't lie-uh
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I need that, that fire
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Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)
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Pass me that, that fire
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That fire, I can't lie-uh
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I'm gon' off, that fire
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Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)
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[Ali]
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It's got that party feel, 'Cris and Bakardi appeal
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Fo' real nobody killin', I would, like a naughty will
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Like 'Pac say, I got mine, gotta get yours
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Take it lower than ya did before, control the floor
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You can be county or city, ugly or pretty
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No chest the tig ol' bitties, all ages five to fifty
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Now breathe in, breathe out
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If ya got it goin' then show me what you about
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[Chorus]
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Breathe In Breathe Out
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Baxter |