| Roll with me
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| Come smoke with me (Smoke with me)
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| Come close to me
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| So low (Come flow with me)
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| Dance with me
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| Take a chance with me (This is your chance)
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| Take a dip with me
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| Don’t go
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| Oh no, I have a party to attend
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| With some civilized people, and some more of my friends
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| I wish I could stick around
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| But I gotta take a trip back uptown, now
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| Layin wit’chu, stayin wit’chu
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| Playin wit’chu, is somethin I ain’t gone do
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| Now look here boo, there’s so many freaks up in here
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| And I done already been there, so I don’t really care
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| Now you can take that, take that
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| B*tch, I know you hate that, hate that
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| You can’t do nothin about it
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| You know damn well what I got back at the house
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| And I refuse to loose, trade in my shoes
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| Gimme the blues, hand my the booze
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| Strap on the fools, overabuse or misuse it
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| So I’m skatin steady, datin on the move to groove
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| I ain’t got nothin to prove infact, I got too much to lose
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| Girl, you got a nig*a way? |
| and way too cool
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| But I ain’t leavin here wit’chu, for real
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| Yo, this the single house
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| We gone disconnect the TV, leave the stereo and move the couch
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| Everybody get they groove on
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| I’m sweatin like a rainy day, but I get my groove on
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| Dip baby dip, fall back a little bit while I hold the hips
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| Pass me the drink, while you hit this G-13
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| Pocket holler one time, fashion statement clean
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| Stacy Adams supe it up, baby girl boot it up
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| Almost dropped my glass when she lift that damn booty up
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| Dog walk to the cat walk
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| I’m ridin that ass like Tony Hawk
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| There’s somethin about the way you blow my mind
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| Got me wanna boogie all the time
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| Baby this is what I’m lovin
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| Forget the last dance just to end up huggin, let’s dance
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| Lil' momma got a gang of ass
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| Plus that mini-skirt make me think she fast
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| Passed by and asked if she’d like to dance
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| Spark a conversation to ignite the flash
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| Bling bling all gleam, and I’m clean to whip
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| Saw the proper full crew I’m leavin with
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| You can act like the mack don’t effect your type
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| Cuz you know a nigga tryin to have sex tonight
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| Ain’t no secret, come freak with the real McCoy
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| Skip the guilt trip baby and just feel the joy
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| Make it rugged like you love it, never soft and sweet
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| Throw ya legs in the air and just start to beat
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| You can leave your thong on like it’s all discrete
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| But it’ll slide to the side when you fall asleep
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| Is you sho' that you can roll, dip, and smoke with me
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| Girl cuz I’ma give it to ya like it’s 'sposed to be
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| Come f*ck with me
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| Drink with me
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| Smoke with me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Loc with me
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| Drink some Hennesey
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| Goldie Loc, and Tray Deee
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah you tryin to fuck with a ni*ga huh
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| I can’t even trip though
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| It might seem like, some sh*t like, two-two
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| Beep-beep, haha, two-two
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| Beep-beep, two-two
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| Beep-beep, haha, two-two
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| Beep-beep, two-two |