[mystikal talking]
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Hey there, Sup boo?
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Whats happenin?
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Come holla at me
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Naww come here, Yuh I got somthin for you
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Its gon make ya say Ungh
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I aint sayin nothin, Yall jus playin
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Comere, why you actin like that?
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Naw for real, come ere tho, Mmm hmmmm
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[mystikal]
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You got that fire
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Aint to fly, But When I jus walked by ya
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Hands at your side, Dont you know I aint your average buya
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I thought you live on the twelve-hundred block on Tecnuiqe
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By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street
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She said ya, How do you know that?
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I said you live next door to my friend
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Her name tazra
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She said, Oh you know tim?
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I said ya we use ta kick it man, What about it?
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She said no thats cool, Thats my girl
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Dont take it how it sounded
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She said you mean
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I said who told ya?
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me and you can make music, dats kinda what im hopin for
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movin like im automated
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what we bakin?
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mixin, blendin and twisted
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tha neighbors gonn be listenin
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She said Slow down baby, movin kinda swift
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Besides we just met I usually dont get down like this
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I said Dont even trip I got you!
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She said, You sure?
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I said Yup I got to!
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[chorus]
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Put tha dick on tha track, and make em sang
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Put the needle to the grove [x2]
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Them otha niggaz aint gonna do what i do!
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[mystikal]
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When i hit ya with tha tenor
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Say sapreno
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When your moanin
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we aint gonna stop makin racket
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Till in the mornin
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I say baby kick it wit me all nite
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safe sex, like pot holder on my mic!
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Commin thru the woofer, In your speaker
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when we freakin, I can see you gettin hot
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why you weakinin? Climaxin
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While im rappin
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Whats my name, and who its for?
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dats what im askin
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spitin like wax
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all over 64 tracks
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remember shock ta knock you sax
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symbols, and high hats
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gettin nasty with the music
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to be funky like a bass line
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Disregard it and get ya good sing
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Aint no red lights, When i take mine
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Im havin sexual intercourse with the chorus
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screamin! hot vocals got your adlibs gettin hoarse
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sweatin the whole session, your circuits burnt
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She said baby dont beat it down no more
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Its just the second Verse!
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[chorus x2]
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[mystikal]
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First time I laid eyes on ya I was like zaaam
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Tell me, girl where you goin? whats your name?
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she said Pam
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and I think its only better that you know who I am
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Im the man they make high, like the melophones in southern japan
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the way I work my aucustics, aint no comparin
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very rough and aggresive when i lay em
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Huffin and puffin, Right when I see em
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Ya breakin it down so scandalouz
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She got me thinkin, when else
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Im touchin ya like a massager
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Ill be bustin off soon as ya touch me in
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you can hear It through the soundproof booth
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Fuckin up the roof!
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Dont stop, she on top
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And im watchin em jiggle
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no more preachin and minglin
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She pregnant with my singer
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I dont be kissin and tellin
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But its gotta be told
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Now im 500 dollas short
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unless we got married, I wed till I was old
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To infinite, Im plannin our future
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Its jus gonn be me, you, nobody else, MIne and Mystikal Junior!
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[chorus x4, then in backround till fade]
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[Mystikal talking]
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How that feel?
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Com here, Take dem headphones off
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Turn around little baby
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I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me
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Its like when i get on the track
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I have sex with it, I make out with it
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We make woopie, we do the nasty
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Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it?
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Im gonna spend time wit you
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I aint quitin halfway
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Dick On The Track
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| Mystikal |
