| Come on, uh-huh, yeah, all right
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| Yo, yo
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| Tonight, I’m feelin' like Michael in Thriller
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| Drunk as a skunk, catch too much to Killah
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| Bartender, feel me up, another cup
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| Everybody have a good time, party, live it up
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| The dance floor’s packed, Staten Island’s on the map
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| We bum rush the club, cuz we don’t know how to act
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| Look at mommy in back, I see your eyes starin'
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| Scope me up and down just to see what I’m wearin'
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| My appearance, heavy on the wrist wit a mean truck
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| Razor blade, fresh bathed, lookin' clean cut
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| Boots untied, gats in the ride
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| Dipped down in Gucci, wit my hat to the side
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| We can rhyme all night, if the rhyme’s all right
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| Come up in big whips, different cars, all types
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| I’m out of sight, meet your host, get close
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| C.E.O., Starks Enterprise, big Ghost
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| Only if you say so, please let the breaks go
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| Turn the bass up real slow, just let your body go
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| Yo, yo, yo we rollin', holdin', my bag up swollen
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| Heat rush, niggas see us and start foldin'
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| Let the hoes in, we gon' freak off lovely
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| Ruby red, gettin' head, air beds buggy
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| It’s about to get ugly, ya’ll can’t touch me
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| After ten mill, so the whole world gon' love me
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| Me Ghost, first, his or her extra large
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| Platinum credit cards when I splurge
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| I got the urge, roll up who got the herb
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| Fat ravioli bags on the Ave. get served
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| I observe the kid, I deserve to live
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| Broke his ribs, burst his wig
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| When the bass come out, you be the first to get
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| Thirst for this, blacked out and search the crib
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| Like I told ya’ll before, it’s the Theodore Unit
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| From Europe to New York, this is how we do it
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| Come on, uh-huh, yeah
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| All right, just let your body go
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| Yeah, just let your body go
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| Come on, uh-huh, yeah, all right
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| Come on, just let your body go
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| Come on, yeah, all right, uh-huh
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| Yeah, come on, just let your body go
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| Come on, uh-huh, all right |