[female voice] How do I know you're any good?
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[male voice] I'll give you a free sample
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[male voice] And if you like it we'll team up
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[male voice] If not, no hard feelings
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[female voice] Fair enough
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[Tajai]
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Indeed her body is bad true
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Her hair is wit
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Mos def, I'm impressed by her style of dress
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A retro, strange get up
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Lookin' like a Betty Page pinup
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Make me wanna release the pimp in me
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Who stays pent up
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For days like these skirts lit up
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Boustiere the type to tease
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Rosy lips have me frozen stiff
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Watchin' her tongue flick
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As she rolled a spliff
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I approached amidst the smoky mist
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Spoke to the Miss in ways I'm known to
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And once transfixed by my gaze
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We moved on to
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Bigger and better nightcaps
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To relax the synapsys syntact
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That make her want to contact my mattress
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Tumbling gymnastics
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Is calculated movements no time for fumbling
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She shucked her clothes
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Contorted into a pose, I
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Couldn't oppose the long stem rose
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Protruding for my robe, she strolled to the windows
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And made for sho' the shades was closed
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And then I "supdoder?"
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Then I "what's the re'd?" her
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Then I or g'd her
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[Opio]
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Shit I had to meet her
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Freak her like Derek Jeter did Mariah
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Orgasm messiah nigga I freed her
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Her boyfriend's a crack dealer
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Flashin' on her straight wife beater
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Drawn down with the nine heater
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Tryin' to slap the handcuffs on her when he the criminal
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Real women know you can only pimp a ho
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Don't try to get physical
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Cuz she gon' suck another dick
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And oh it might be mine
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I bust her out she walkin' pigeon-toed
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Then I cast with the fishin' pole
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Catch her in the indigo see-through
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She feel an O
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And it's oh Jesus
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Cause she's just the type to let me have it all, see
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So I had a ball
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[Scratched]
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I hit it, I did it I admit it
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And we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it
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Say you're g'in (g'in?) g'in
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But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure
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I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it
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Sup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE!
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Supdoder the I "what's the re'd?" her
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Then I g'd her
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[A-Plus]
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Now, the Souls niggas don't say "What up love" or "yo"
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We see a pretty thing and be like "Sup doe!"
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She prob'ly wit' it if you keep your body fitted
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If you bumming with no money she bouncin' like somebody shitted
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But that's cool though, cuz in the rules bro
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Win or lose there's always someone else to choose yo
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That's the case in this rat race
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Whether she skinny and pretty or bangin' with a wack face, I
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Met a broad on the street, she said call her Denise
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Sportin' a green Nautica fleece
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Ha, that's cute prob'ly her man's coat
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That'll stop me the day I see somethin' on land float
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Put in your hand wrote the phone number down
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About a week and two days passed
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Plus wanna slumber now
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Supdoder, then I "stammine'd" her
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Then I g'd her
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[Phesto Dee]
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Yeah it's permanent work on my hip
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I'm that swift
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Jerry Kirby and Terrell Owens had a fifth
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You know them two live crew
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Dancer short and make you thick
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Hawaiian black siren lookin' like Salma Hayek
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With inflated pecs she playin' water polo
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'Bout to start a riot at the Hyatt by the Colliseum what's the re
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I'm like sup doe! I see it's all (fiat?)
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She said "what's that in your sweatpants a six foot kayak?
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Frightened' like she on a dick diet had me inspired
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At times you can say her mouth put up a whole lot of silence
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The whip cream shootin' on her ass, tits and thighs
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I'm no Cassanova but I pole her while I hold a Motorola
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And rollin' dosia if I know she's sober
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That I only light in the room at the flash of my busy busy Minolta
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She electrify when I'm erect with sexual voltage
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Bust out pole position if she fuckin' with the Souls Of Mischief
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[Scratched]
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I hit it, I did it I admit it
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So then we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it
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Say you're g'in (g'in?) g'in
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But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure
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I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it
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Sup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE!
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Supdoder then I "stammine'd her"
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Then I g'd her
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