[Intro : Mr.Vegas (Fat Joe) {Fatman Scoop}]
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Yeah, Mr. Vegas (Let's go make it run!) This is Mr. Vegas
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(TS!) This is it Mr. Vegas {Fatman Scoop!} Mr. Vegas, Mr. Vegas
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(Come on come on!) Tamale (Come on) She's a Tamale
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{Here we go now! Here we go now!}
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(Uh! Yeah! Yeah! TS!)
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[Verse 1: Fat Joe (Fatman Scoop)]
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It's Joe Crack and Mr. Vegas, Vegas
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Track so hot we had to make this remix (Uh!)
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Goodness gracious this paper chasin got me in Jamaica cheesin
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Di gal dem got me speechless
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Peep this tell the streets repeat this
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Lean Back, mami show your features
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Fat ass, slim waist, cute face
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Take her to the crib mami don't make me chase
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Cause your my hot tamale
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And I'm about to break you off in that Black Denali
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And, trust girl cause can't nobody
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Do you like I can I bless you off it's scary
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And bounce, bounce lean back, bounce, and bounce come on
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Just bounce (Let's go now!) And bounce lean back (Let's go now!)
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[Chorus: Mr. Vegas (Fatman Scoop)]
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She's a Tamale drunk in Courvoisier
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She wanna party after the party
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She wanna private dance with somebody
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Cause her body got a mind of it's own, own, own own own own
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(Let's go now!) Own own, own own own own
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Own, own, own own own own
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Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
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Na na na (You can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
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Na na na (You can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she's a Tamale)
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[Verse 2: Mr. Vegas]
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As soon as she walks through that door, uh oh uh oh!
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And back her thing up on the floor, uh oh uh oh!
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It's gettin hot so I'm bout to blow, uh oh uh oh!
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Tell the fire truck to bring the hose, uh oh uh oh!
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She's showin off her belly skin, looking sexy her navel ring
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She don't care who if anything she ain't fakin she's out doin her thing
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[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
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Own, own, own own own own
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Own own, own own own own
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Own, own, own own own own
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Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
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Na na na (You can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
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Na na na (You can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she's a Tamale)
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[Verse 3: Fatman Scoop]
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When I say More, you say Fire! More! (Fire!) More! (Fire!)
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When I say More, you say Fire! More! (Fire!) More! (Fire!)
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Now drop to the floor! Drop to the floor! Drop to the floor! Drop to the floor!
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Now take 'em up high! Take 'em up high! Take 'em up high! Take 'em up high!
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Ladies! Keep it movin now! Keep it movin now! Fatman Scoop let's go one time!
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Now clear! Everybody use your right hand!
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Now clear! Everybody use your left hand!
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Now clear! Everybody use your right hand!
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Now clear! Wave your hands in the air now!
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Now clear! Everybody use your right hand!
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Now clear! Everybody wave your hands!
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[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
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Own, own, own own own own
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Own own, own own own own
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Own, own, own own own own
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Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
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Na na na (You can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
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Na na na (You can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she's a Tamale)
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She's a Tamale drunk in Courvoisier
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She wanna party after the party
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She wanna private dance with somebody
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Cause her body got a mind of it's own, own, own own own own
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Own own, own own own own
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Own, own, own own own own
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Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
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Na na na (You can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she's a Tamale)
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Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
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Na na na (You can tell that she's a Tamale)
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| Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she's a Tamale |
