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It was a cool and lonely
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Offishall style that coerced her to smile
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Chalk another to the file
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Quest for breasts, my intent to impress the mistress
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So cess broke the ice like Gretzky
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I told she give me your signiture or number
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Slumber could follow if I check you tomorrow
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Who, ate, simply went to my date's
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Now my belles apparel, why spoil the king's night
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Eat chicken at 3 and the skin at 4 o'clock
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Who, again I reach the girl's door
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Just call me FT cause her birthday suit is sore
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Hit the floor in a hearts swift motion
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Lotion the skin and like caress all me
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In the cup, arm in the cup
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Hittin that spot that's g
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You know I do your head sheet
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That the hit was a nap and the biggest ever sold
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Took 5 minutes for the cannon to explode
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She said do you love me and I said no
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The she slapped my face I grabbed her and said ho
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Do that again and the story gets told
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To stick it in was nice, but yo I'll get more
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Cause Offishall's out for mine and then some
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I hit some and leave some then on wid da show
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word up
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CHORUS (2x)
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One for the money and two is for my clothes
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And three is for the calls, pause
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And four is for the trick and stuff
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Wanna bang with us and the game for the dough
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Yo on wid da show
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I knew this girl named Susan
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Fly skin from the islands
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And Trini who always had a dress that's cut mini
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And tempt to get praise and so the skin lay low
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And only playin hostess when niggas got dough
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One day I see her rollin with these niggas that I knew
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Walkin through the downtown about a half past 2
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So I warn my niggas word up she livin foul
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She just smiled and said 'Yo nigs yo know my style'
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Who, eh was that John young
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He took her to the palace his moms was not home
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She undressed herself to reveal the unresistable
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Coca-cola body while he bobbin like motorola
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38-32-46 my my my
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Only problem was she wouldn't spread her thighs
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Said I need a hundred, my nigga said well
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Just suck up on my jewels until my headpiece swell
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Yo she said do you love me and he said no
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This queen got dressed he grabbed her and said ho
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Do what you do but no (?) will flow
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Nice try, on the real niggas only make dough
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Yo on wid da show
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CHORUS (2x)
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Now to my uptown rollers, go and get yours
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If your sippin over proof inside a Lex Coupe
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Shotgun, whats up with them niggas that passed
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Real gs make peace and get pieces that last (on the real)
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On the real I ain't about bustin steel
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Praise the almighty I won't sway not even slightly
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Give thanks for my life and for my boys
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And for my blood
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For all them true heads that make noise
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While niggas pose hard we do the Kardinal dance
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While you're still leavin a jam with your hands inside your pants
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Kardinal Offishall will do it for you broke
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Yo, cause one's for the money and we on wid da show
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You didn't think so
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CHORUS (3x)
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On Wid Da Show
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| Kardinal Offishall |
