[Silkk The Shocker]
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Yo, Silkk The Shocker, Serv-On (and the biggest mamma)
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bout to rip this bitch.
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Think not. Believe that.
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Trying to do somethin for ya nigga!
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Uh huh, want yall to dance.
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For the dance floor.
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We gonna do somethin new.
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Touch your head, your shoulders, your knees and your toes.
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Slide once too and stomp your feet on the floor.
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Throw your hands up.
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Back in this bitch.
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We bout to get rowdy.
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[Chorus x2]
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Touch your head, your shoulders, your knees your toes
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I want you twirk that body right across the floor
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Cause gangstas dont dance man we groove
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I want you hoes bouncin your ass when you move
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Nigga I step through the door
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clear my throat like DJ Kool (cough cough)
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Cause I lay back motherfucking fool, down more hoes then pool
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You know like me comin through this bitch sick or
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Watchin em with my dick hard
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Put my dime to the side as I slide my way to the bar
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Dig this hoe named Michelle
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or it could have been Danielle, Tanielle
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Kiss and tell I won't
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keep it on DL (you know I'm smooth like that)
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I'm smooth like that, I'm cool like that
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And a wreck like effect, jack a fool like that
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See, I see some hoe from the rear come over here
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Whisper in here ear make myself clear
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fortune let's break up out of here
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See boy watch how I bust when I run through it
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The game I spit get my hoes, fuck it alcohol and slow music
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You know how I do it run the game on em
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Playin, say the right words then it's like I'm layin on em
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Huh, nothin wrong with making you bumpin and grind nigga
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I been this
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[Chorus x2]
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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Hit the bar I'm your star Mr. serve alazay
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With the chrome keg, so how you play
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Six hundred on them things in the parking lot
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I like to bang alot, my babies momma never called alot
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So aint no stop when I drop a flick for the chicken
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licking on your breast
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And your necks in the club step
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So what's next, I'm bout a drink or two
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One for me, three for you
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I gotta woman you can be my boo
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You say your name is Tiki so how you wanna see me
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Twenty five for guest
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on my rolex ticks on the wrist
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I know you with this
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Drop the number on the under you can be my hit
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For the same no wonder you keep coming around
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My homie young Silkk put me down with the game and the flow
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If i teach you how to touch your head
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your shoulders, your knees and your toes
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I can flip that ass till the morning light it's my life
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[Chorus]
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[Mia X]
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Might wanna shuffle all the way to the dance floor
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Get your hands up, tell the DJ to turn it up
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A bottle or more, with a straw in my right hand
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I know I'm feeling good cause very seldom do I dance
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I usually play it cool moving side to side
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Be too clean to sweat, but tonight it's all right
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Got my ice on shine like melt the club
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And I ain't trying to go home until the sun comes up
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nigga what
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Aint no leaving with you
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I aint no one night rome (who you think I am)
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You'll be hustlin all your life
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so you can afford these droors
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Your pimping gotta be large, converse to the point
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Then in a month maybe we can blow this joint
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And you can meet my up and down southern rodeo
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For sho', chewbaccas leaving niggas on my toes
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Oh, the biggest mammas hard, laying non stop
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Hold up, I think I see some playas kickin off the bus stop
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And twirkers pop while them niggas watch em get hot
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You all know this shit don't stop so let the chorus drop
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[Chorus x4]
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Head & Shoulders
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| Mr. Serv-On |
