[Intro]
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Wooh! Come on, uh, come on
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[Chorus]
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Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
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Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
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What we 'gon do, is party right now
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Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
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[Verse 1]
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I ain't 'gon front Drag is drunk as a mu'fucker
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A wifey a chick y'all just my moms love her
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And get the ok from grandma
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She told me what my grandpa use for stamina
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Uh! But I ain't with that sittin around shit
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I dicks 'em down quick then kicks 'em out bitch!!!
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I treat you chick like a basketball player
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I shoot my game she bounce with me then we lay up
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Now that's a foul player
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Your girl treat me sweeter than candy so I can get it now or later
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I guess I just wait I came in the club late
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But I'm leavin the place early with a pretty face small waist
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Legs thick like Church's Chicken
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I go up in the lastest store and purchase women
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Like, did y'all forget the face
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I'm like throw backs in the summer, I'm all over the place
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[Chorus]
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Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
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Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
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What we 'gon do, is party right now
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Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
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[Bridge]
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Woman: Drag, can I drive your Benz?
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Drag-O: Yeah ma, now call your friends
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Woman: Drag, can I stay at your house?
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Drag-On: Why not you can sleep on my couch
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Woman: Drag, you still down with the R?
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Drag-On: Come on ma, you know who we are
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Woman: Drag, you got what I need, as we proceed
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[Verse 2]
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I had shorty hands up but her pants ain't on
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Smokin a herb from Canada her man is gone
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Gone? Yes that nigga better go
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Cause if I lift half of my shirt half of my metals show
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And this is just the beginnin I done had more women
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Then, Ralph Lauren stitches name in denim
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I had more chicks wet then a Titanic collision
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Then left 'em in the cold just like the boat did 'em
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So, ma, you make a decision
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Cause I ain't got alot of time cause this ain't prison
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I give you a long kiss goodnight like Samuel
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And keep a guard with you that shoot like Sam Cassell, come on
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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[Chorus]
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Put Your Drinks Down
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| Drag-on |
