| Here we are.
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| Bobby, I was just wondering, you know
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| About me and you, tonight
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| If we could go to a little Rhumba
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| Dance, you just think about it and let me know
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| Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
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| Ven baila, conmigo en esta Rhumba
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| Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
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| Ven baila, conmigo en esta Rhumba
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| Rhumba? |
| What’s Rhumba?
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| I’m sayin though, what?
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| I’m sayin.
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| Yo, what up Butter Pec'? |
| Girl, you got me shy to speak
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| You the same dime piece that I saw last week
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| On the dancefloor, yo, the way you bligh
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| Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide
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| Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink
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| Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync'
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| My name is Bobby and I don’t usually dance that much
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| I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch
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| That lured me in like a fly into the spider’s web
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| Not these everyday hoes sweatin ghetto celebs
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| Powerule, I heard you got the good Power-U
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| Let’s slip to my crib for an hour or two
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| Hey, hey, hey.
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh.
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| Eh eh eh eh eh.
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| Hey Butter Pecan what’s that lingo you speakin?
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| It sound like, let’s me and you slide for the weekend (True)
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| I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in Your popi two-way beefin, let him know that you cheatin
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| Runnin 'round indecent exposed without no clothes
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| There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows
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| You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose
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| We can play doctor soon as I drop out ya bows
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| I don’t wanna dance baby girl, it’s like my legs is on strike
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| Boogie that ass to the bar, snatch a Remi, no ice
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| I’m in the corner, we can vibe all night
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| Polite, I need a bag of that grass
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| To blast me out of sight like a satellite
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| Bigga what up? |
| Yo, long time, good to see you
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| Look at shorty ass shakin like the system in my vehicle
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| Clubbin, 20 deep, buggin, all types of funny freaks
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| Mouths wide shut, we let our love for the money speak
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| Yo Open season, open fire, Beretta barbed wire
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| First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle
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| Up in the club with the pistol
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| This chick bumped into me like, «You Dig', you ain’t official»
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| Indeed, so? |
| Blow out your back, yo She was like, «Yo, nigro, nigro»
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| Puffin all that trash, you best to see so (so so)
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| So I introduced her nightcap, she was like, «I like that»
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| Later on tonight, you know, I gotta spit that
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| Flow and a half, blow at her back
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| I like it rough, and I hope she’s rough back
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| She was like say her name
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| I was like, «Say mine back»
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| She was like, «Yo, daddy, daddy, daddy»
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| I love it like that, Beretta stay givin it Power-U so good, I just might have to jizz in it |