[Lyte]Ready?
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[guy]No.
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[Lyte]Oh!
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[Lyte] *whistling Scrappy Doo* Puppy, power!
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[Lyte] *beatboxing like a pro*
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[guy]Okay, hello!
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[Lyte]Watch your drin.. WHAT? Watch your drink!
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No no.. I think I'm too late, am I too late?
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Hit it!
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I'm coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana
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Sippin on some vodka in a glass with Tropicana
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I'm chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob
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Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job
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Men in bikinis, G-strings should I say
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Waitin for the daddy-LONG-one to come my way
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Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat
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Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get
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He offers me his hand, of COURSE you know I take it
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Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked
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My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar
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Woke up I don't know when, sittin at the bar
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I know it's hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky
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What I didn't know was somebody slipped a Mickey
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into my drink, which caused a fantasy
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and somehow slapped me back into reality!
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Wish I had another Mickey I'd go back for a quickie
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Find the daddy-long-one that was SURELY tryin to get me
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This just goes to show, you must stop and think
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When you're out partyin, never leave your drink..
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WORD!
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Mickey Slipper
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| MC Lyte |
