| I wanna know, are you true?
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| Can you woo woo woo woo?
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| They don’t thug it like I do
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| Can you woo woo woo woo?
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| I wanna know, are you true?
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| Can you woo oo woo woo?
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| They don’t run this like we do
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| Can you woo woo woo woo?
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| Is it true? |
| Is it deja vu?
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| Is it you, can I come through and kick it with you?
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| Can we Woo Woo Woo, sniff a little OOH OOH?
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| Don’t really matter, cause you still my boo boo
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| We can slide out, ride out, back to my hideout
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| Your man will never find out, you should just try it out
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| Ain’t no hesitation, baby holla at this action
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| Cause I «Woo Woo Woo» like my name was Freddy Jackson
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| Baby askin am I blastin? |
| All my homies is assassins
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| Cause the guns we like to flash 'em, but tonight I’m just relaxin'
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| Baby askin am I paid? |
| Askin am I loco?
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| Askin if I’m gassin yours up like Sonoco?
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| Oh no, I Sonny Bono hoes like Yoko
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| On a train going from Detroit to Tokyo
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| «Konichiwa» but we say «What Up?» |
| though
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| And if you actin' shady, we be like «shut up ho»
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| One two, can you Woo Woo Woo?
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| Three, four, five, six, all in the mix
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| Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids
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| Ain’t no playing games when I got the Remi, twisting off the lid
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| Then I’m like shit, burn rubber skid
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| Girl you deserve this, ain’t no telling what he did
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| Fuck him and them ugly kids
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| Let’s «Woo Woo» till the ride blow off your wig
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| Tell me you don’t, still don’t ride, cause I can feel you there
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| I’m trying to get you near, thats why a killer here
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| You looking at me wierd, cause there’s a hater in your ear
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| They only hate it when I’m near, because they fade and disappear
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| We 'bout to bar out, star out, I’ll have them pull the car out
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| I’m trying to be with you until it’s deep until tommorow
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| Your man ain’t hit no switches, so he’s mad and hitting bitches
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| But you better than beginners, give me head up on these spinners
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| See you standing with that fairy, ain’t no way that he your man boo
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| Trying to understand you, open up and let the man through
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| I’m handing you the exo, and he went and got you pop
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| When its gonna stop? |
| Come on lets hit the spot and make the car hop
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| Let’s go to Puerto Rica, and we can go and freaka
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| I’m beaming light shining out your stereo speakers
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| We’ll fuck in secret places only we will know
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| Rubbing faces, moving slow, let’s pick the pace up and let’s go |