[Big Boi]
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Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?
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A-Town connection right heah
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You got Youngbloodz, uhh
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featurin Daddy Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
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Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?
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Yeah, like dis.. check it out
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Chorus: repeat 2X (sung)
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I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty
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Be patient cause I'm comin to you
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Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
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I don't want nothin to keep me from you
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[J-Bo]
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Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good
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with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should
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And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
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If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight
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So I'ma get a call, from this broad
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Run the game like she ain't ready
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But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
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like Betty Crocker, the face doctor
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just as she swallows with passion
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So now she braggin, laggin behind
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What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
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Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes
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So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city
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Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
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Now shawty, please, really
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Chorus
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[Big Boi]
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Sheeeit
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I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up
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like everythang, in my stable
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Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
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But these hoes will get on your nerves
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Fuck all that kickin 'em to the curb
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You lackin that tolerance;
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You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an'
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stab out to the cajun crab house
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or the Jamaican cat house
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or the college, frat house
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for the gul you just, mad house that rat house
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And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl
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Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
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I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
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Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi
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On the first date or the worst date
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I'm goin all the way on the first play
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Like Hail Mary's to field goals
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I think I was put here to drill hoes
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For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
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bar I'm off in your purse
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to get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway
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And I'm out this verse, geyeah!
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Chorus
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[Sean Paul]
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Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
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Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacey
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Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection
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Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
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For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around
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Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 Southbound
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It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs
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She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
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Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe
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She told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac do'
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My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
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Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down
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Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers
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Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad
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I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
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Slum-type that I like, straight from A-T-L
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Shawty yeah!
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Chorus (to fade)
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