| Everybody get up, everybody get down now
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| Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
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| Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
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| And turn around and tell em what ya found out
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| Liquor store shades, no Ray Bans
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| Broken frames got me looking like a Raiders fan
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| Hear us on ya street, you know you want it
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| Track so hard make a megaphone vomit
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| Hey, we ain’t got no money
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| Hey, our kicks are for free
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| All of our worries are out with the breeze
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| Cuz we got the fund to the new beat
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| Everybody get up, everybody get down now
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| Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
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| Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
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| Then turn around and tell em what ya found out
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| Everybody get up, everybody get down now
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| Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
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| What we got gonna make heart pound, pound
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| Then turn around and tell em what ya found out
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| Never gave a damn, about prom king
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| Always in the parking lot blowing smoke rings
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| We tried flirting, with lady luck
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| But still we ride with the Caddy on the truck
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| Hey, we ain’t got no money
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| Hey, our kicks are for free
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| All of our worries are out with the breeze
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| Cuz we got the fund to the new beat
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| Everybody get up, everybody get down now
|
| Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
|
| Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
|
| Then turn around and tell em what ya found out
|
| Everybody get up, everybody get down now
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| Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
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| What we got gonna make heart pound, pound
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| Then turn around and tell em what ya found out
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| We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Timmy
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| We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Chili
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| We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Shady
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| So come on foxy lady got me feeling all crazy |