Well it's 4 in the morning, n' in the back of the beamer
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Now mama, what's up? I know that you're a schemer
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But you can't be frontin' when it comes to this,
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put down your bag of tricks, gimme a kiss
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I gotta castle in Paris, got a crib in the city,
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I said I'd get you somethin' nice, somethin' pretty...And I did
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And you liked it like that, the beat's so big and the beat's so fat
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Up in the mudhouse, over in the club,
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Gettin' crunk, Bling bling, I got some love for ya
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Ass moving so fast, can't think
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Big buts bouncin' up on the sink
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I wish you was here, but I can't be sure
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The night's all black and everything's a blur
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I got my jacket on, smokin', lookin' like juice
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Gotta honey on my table and my shit's all loose...sing!
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Ain't got no dope, all got's my forty
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Ain't got nobody, baby, I can call my shorty
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Got my club jeans on and my car's in a ditch...Ain't that the bitch
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My shoes are Nicaraguan, my sock are crew
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I got my hair slicked back so i can check out you
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I got some nice shit to say and it sounds so good
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You wanna write it down so when your back in the hood
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You check back with it as you hit the pipe and make
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sweet love to it all night
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Up in the mudhouse, over in the club,
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Gettin' crunk, Bling bling, I got some love for ya
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Ass moving so fast, can't think
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Big buts bouncin' up on the sink
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I wish you was here, but I can't be sure
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The night's all black and everything's a blur
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I got my jacket on, smokin', lookin' like juice
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Gotta honey on my table and my shit's all loose...sing!
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Ain't got no dope, all I got's my forty
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Ain't got nobody, baby, I can call my shorty
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Mudhouse
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| Bob Schneider |
