Well I shot some there, then I copped some beer
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And did a show up in West Bubblefuck somewhere
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Due to raps wider ratio, satellites to Nato
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Hillbilly draws flew on the stage like tomatoes
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Apparently more mack than I thought
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Unfortunately wife piece back in New York
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And I'm starvin
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Being human and open with
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A mad fine hillbilly woman was scoping Rick
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Thought entered how to lean and bent it
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Though I'm not gonna lie I was extremely tempted
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(To what, Rick?) To discharge in a sista
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Next thing in the dressing room, "Pardon me, mister"
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Yes, I said cautiously
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"Crazy, but possibly
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you could sign your name on the back of these Dazy Duke shorts for me"
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Try to resist, now girlfriend startin' it
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The pen won't write, "You can press down hard on it" -
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Now my hand browsing her South end
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Spun around about to shove my tongue in her mouth when
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Rring! - Loosen the grip my hell had
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My girl, she was talking so nice I felt bad
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Being untrue, no telling what it might do to her
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"I love you", forced to say I love you back too to her
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Any thought of getting pussy was doomed to:"You got a wife?"
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Anniversary comin up soon too
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Got off the phone, cock just got mute
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Don't get me wrong it's not like you're not cute (Uh-huh)
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I'm wrong for mistreating her, the wanting to skeeting her
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"I understand, goodbye, it was real nice meetin' ya"
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What an angel overcoming his wrongness
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The moral I am trying to get across in this song is
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If goodness is what you're filling your soul with
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And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
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Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with
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Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid (Say what?)
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Goodness is what you're filling your soul with
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And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
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Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with
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Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid
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Casually seating with some thick chords eating
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With my album playing at a big board meeting
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"I love this", being the coolest and the ruffest
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A big willie woman pulls the Ruler in her office
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And fixed a wedge in her garment, unsteady my heart went
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'Cause her office looked like a three bedroom apartment -
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Pounding was inevitable
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She said to me "Rick, I think your album is incredible"
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The way the hon' upon I, comin' on a sun I
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"You're so darn sexy with that patch over your one eye"
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Well I'm glad you think it's boomin' and I catch ya
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Means a lot to me, coming from a woman of your stature
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I mean, who could resist the Don head?
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Start caressing Rick private, kiss me on the neck
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And I can't be held accountable if down her gown I pull
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Girlfriend pussy look plump and poundable
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She sweats the set me emporer
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Put one of your legs up on the desk and let me enter ya
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Fantastic, though I start to act drastic
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When I see my wedding band 'pon the bitch left ass cheek
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Deep down, she felt that I tried to diss
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I'm like, I can't do this as much as I'd like to miss
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An angel overcoming his wrong, kids
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The point that I am trying to get across in this song is
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If goodness is what you're filling your soul with
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And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
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Who keep no secret, like who they creep with
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Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid (Say what?)
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Goodness is what you're filling your soul with
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And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
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Who keep no secret, like who they creep with
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Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid
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2 Way Street
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| Slick Rick |
