Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
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Uh-huh (shake ya body body, move ya body body)
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Uh-huh (twist ya body body, switch ya body body)
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Uh-huh (dip ya body body, work ya body body)
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Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body)
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Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o
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Hands in the air-o, holla like echo
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Tone's in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o
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Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil
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Fists rockin like "ADRIIIAN!"
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We come through like "Superfriends!"
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Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's six o'clock
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And the party won't stop, bout to hit the IHOP
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Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop
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So clap that shit up why'all and make it hot
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New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A.
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Miami crazy like yippie-i-yae
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Rude boys in the club smokin' on hay
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Smoke the (?) weed, Cali and the Bay
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Real live niggaz, put y'all hands up
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want to get tossed - drink that liquor
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Who's got the industry locked - Kelly and Jigga
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Crack my skull, turn that shit up
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We got honeys everywhere
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Corks off the Cris' poppin' everywhere
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Partyin' hard like we just don't care
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The best of both worlds, that shit ain't fair
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This shit ain't fair
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I, am, Jay, Hov'
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Mami shake ya body body, don't hurt no-body body
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It's me in the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti
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Thr R&B thug and me I would say I'm probably
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the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and
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put it in a song, ma how could you go wrong ha? ha? ha? ha?
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Worse than a armed robbery
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Know that I'm armed properly, whenever the arm's rocky
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You can go on clockin' me, ain't nuttin' gon' stop me
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High as Allah I be, movin' in peace but I
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move with the piece, so them, dudes in the streets
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will never remove my piece, ha? ha?, got me
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Niggaz'll never get me, I never move sloppy
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Move with the glock-fifty, got some Tupac with me
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Let's not test my gangsta, just, raise your glasses
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Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic
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Make a hole make a hole and let the Queen come past
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I come through in the speedboat, with 808's in the glass
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Push big things here, bet most of y'all crash
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Back to trainin' lightweights, you in the wrong weight class
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Haters, stay awake, f*ck the Harlem Shake
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We "Slam" dance like Onyx, check my ebonics
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You got, heat nigga you thinkin' we won't blaze?
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Gotta come hard cause these are the last days
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When I, do it I do's it, ain't no more to it (word)
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Ask Ice Cube I puts my back into it
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From car dealers to Macy's, to cashiers that brace me
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We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be
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I pass on the six, they don't impress me much
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I want the bulletproof seven cause the doors lift up
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They pick the best of all girls, so how y'all sound?
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I got the best of both worlds, holdin' me down
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[Chorus]
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Uh-huh!
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