If your mother had her druthers
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Won't be riding with another rolling stone
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If these bitches had three wishes
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you'd e busted up with stitches comatose
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With a broken nose
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I wanna be your limousine
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Are you diggin' what I mean?
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I wanna be your limousine
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Sick and sick, let's split the scene
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These pretty boys all call you poison,
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But we never let those boys in, tit for tat
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It's unexciting all the fighting
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All these suckers always biting where it's at
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(that's where it's at, where it's at, I'll check out back)
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I wanna be your limousine
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Are you diggin' what Imean?
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I wanna be your limousine
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Sick and sick, let's split the scene
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Oh you shake me like a coup,
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I feel I don't know what to do, you're just a child
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You'd say sike-naw to an outlaw
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It's like sparring with a southpaw swinging wild
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Oh my god
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I wanna be your limousine
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Are you diggin' what I mean?
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I wanna be your limousine
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Sick and sick, let's split the scene
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Oh, shit
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Oh-ee-ohh-ohh
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Oh-ee-ohh-ohh
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Oh-ee-ohh-ohh
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Oh-ee-ohh-ohh
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I wanna be your limousine (Oh-ee-ohh-ohh)
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Are you diggin' what I mean? (Oh-ee-ohh-ohh)
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I wanna be your limousine (Oh-ee-ohh-ohh)
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Sick and sick, let's split the scene (Oh-ee-ohh-ohh)
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Oh-ee-ohh-ohh
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Oh-ee-ohh-ohh
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Oh-ee-ohh-ohh
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Oh-ee-ohh-ohh
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{fade out}
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I Wanna Be Your Limousine
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| Black Kids |
