Yo Stella, if you think I'm afraid of you.
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Grace, if you so much as think I can't do the do.
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Girl, if you dream I came to jerk around.
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You'd better wake up, and release it.
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Party people in the crib get hyped!
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Let's get this party funkin' right!
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Come on! Come on!
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Release it.
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Listen to me now, release it.
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Come..., come on, come on, release it.
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Whose crib is this? - My crib!
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Whose wine you drinkin'? - Mine!
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Who asked your ugly ass what time it was? - Nobody!
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We're doing fine.
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Take it all off. Bass, I need the funk in my face.
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I can't stand tight asses in my place.
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Let's get hype y'all, release it.
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Release it.
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What time it is, band?
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.... Time to get sleazy up in here.
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Mary, sweet mother Jesus.
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.... Fuck that.
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Oh Stella, I know you came alone.
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Cuz ain't just any man qualified to take you home?
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Me? No. I'm not a man. Jerome?
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.... He's an adventure.
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Oh, somebody slap me. I don't know.
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Party people in the crib get hyped, party people in the crib get hyped!
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Release it.
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.... Yes.
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Release it.
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Jerome?
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.... Yo?
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When this solo's through.
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Jerome?
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.... Morris?
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Find me a Stella to rap to.
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.... Yes.
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Whose beat is this? - My beat!
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Whose horns are these blowing? - Mine!
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Who asked your dumb ass how to catch a groove? - Nobody!
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We're doing the do.
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Jerome?
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.... Yes.
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Whose Stella is this?
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.... My Stella.
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Whose Stella is this?
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.... My Stella.
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Then what's she doing over here with me?
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.... Uhh, uhh...
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What's she doing over here with me?
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Who told you that women like men with no money?
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.... Pfft...
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Release it, boy!
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Go'n Stella, dance!
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Say man, back up, give me some room.
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Dance! Shake it like a peckerwood!
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Release it.
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Over and over and over and over and over...
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Your girlfriends told ya, that I'm the rover.
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But I'm here to scold ya, that I'm feelin' alone.
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Then we can bone. Gimme a number to phone, you grown!
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And I am so, if you say no!
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Instead of cryin' I'll keep tryin'.
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Until you're dyin', to have me for your own.
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So peep Stella, peep Stella.
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If you think that I'm afraid of you.
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.... Do it, MD.
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If you think that I'm afraid of you.
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.... Rap to her.
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If you think that I can't do the do.
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.... Yeah, papa.
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If you think that I can't do the do.
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.... Wooo!
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If you think I came to jerk around.
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.... Go'n, say it.
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You better wake up, Stella. - Wake up!
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This is my town.
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Release it.
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Man, let them drum kick.
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Let's get the hell outta here!
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.... Let's do it. She's gone.
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Release it.
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Motherfucker, get yo ass out of my way.
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.... Hahahaha!
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Release it. Release it.
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Release It #1
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