She arrived on a 747
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/About 20 to 11
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She comes to see him, him as in me
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She comes to see
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And it's never complicated
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Other women cannot fade it
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Whenever I call
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She gets dressed up and all
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Supercute
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CHORUS
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Maybe it's cause she comes from East L.A.
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But every time I see her body on display
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I gotta call her name from the DJ booth
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Strobe light flash and you know the truth
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Baby got game, she'll take your loot
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Keys to the crib with no dispute
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See her dancing in her birthday suit - Supercute
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Together we wonder how we got enslaved and why
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(It's time to get freedom for our people)
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Jericho falls when we all discern the lie
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Yo, why the man wanna lie?
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I look at her eyes go wild, she smiles - Supercute
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CHORUS
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On a dare I wanna see if she will share
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The kinda toys she uses when I'm not there
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None at all she swears
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I don't care
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(I don't care )
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I make her buy another one
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And a new dress to wear
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(vibrator noise)
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Goes the toy against her curly hair
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Now she must confess
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How she really like to play
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Or if she don't, I lower the speed
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And bad words she'll say
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Tell me how you play, how you play
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Even in her anger she's still
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Supercute
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CHORUS
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Shake it around
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When you see her dancing in her birthday suit - Supercute
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Supercute
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Prince |