Yeah, yeah, Lostprophets y'all, and you know this
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We see
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It's something you don't need
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Whack style will never be our style cause me and the hard rock will always be buck wild
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Shaking your booty on the dance floor has always been my forte
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Like a smooth groove, bust in the tape, play
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Run it back, Chico fuck it up some more
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Come and get it when I stop and the beats are on
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All year round
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You don't give it up to the and the clowns
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I'm the equator
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Sooner or later
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Check like a cho-cho, coming like a cho-cho, and it's on
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Back to
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Sick of all the clouds in the sky, I wanna see some sun
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Long in the morning yeah more
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I'm wanna make yah feel funky for you
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Long winter, bad summer (that's all I)
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Seem to get by me act free
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You'll never be like me
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Boom like a blast from my shotgun
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Cause I never had one, I never really wanted one
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Not that I couldn't use it sometimes yah know
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Could of used for the punks that need the peep show
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I saw a pretty horse seems nasty
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The days when the rain run through
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Circle the clouds, wanna see some sun
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Getting crazy on the beach, need to have some fun with my crew and you, if you want to
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Cause everyone divided, the music, required
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The beats rock the block, with the sound of hip-hop
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So sick of all the clouds in the sky, I wanna see some sun
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Sick of all the rain today
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Yeah more there's only one more
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I'm wanna make yah feel funky for you
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Long winter, bad summer (that's all I)
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Seem to get by me
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It's about that time y'all, bring the bass in
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Boom
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Yeah
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Long winter, bad summer (that's all I)
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Seem to get by me
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