(feat. Foxy Brown)
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[Slim (Foxy Brown)]
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Uh, 112 (Foxy)
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Uh, (112 baby)
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(Check one, one two) Oh baba-ba-baby
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[Foxy Brown]
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F to the O (X) B double O (Yes)
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G to the S (She's)
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S-E-X (Whoo)
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You already know that I like it hardcore
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I'm from Brooklyn, you can leave ya Timberlands on
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Creep like a Grem-i-lin, I'm a late night broad (Once again it's on)
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Soon as you turn ya brake lights off I'ma work you right off
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Brown nigga, what
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You already know I turn around nigga (Ssss) what
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[Slim]
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Tonight's your night girl (Yes)
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I'm trynin' to give you that thing to make you say (Yes)
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From the kitchen floor down to the fire place (Yes)
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Insense burning, your body's talking that shit to me
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Cancel that phone (Yes)
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he only sound I'm tryin' to hear is your moan (Yes)
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You ridin' topless, no panties on (Yes)
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And I've been thinkin' 'bout this all day long
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You're giving me the fire though..
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[Chorus 2X: 112 with various ad-libs]
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Papa coming home, like to give you that raw
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Favorite position, from the back door
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Girl you know the drill don't ask no questions, you already know
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[Q]
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Is your girl Jenny home (Yes)
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Call her up and tell her it's 'bout to be on (Yes)
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Tell her don't show if it ain't heels and thongs (Yes)
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I can already see it, ooh what a feeling
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Just don't (Yes)
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Get jealous if I hit that to hard (Yes)
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Cuz you come first
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You know your my heart (Yes)
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Cuz it'll always be your's, girl I'm 'bout to turn you out
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[Chorus 2X: 112 with various ad-libs]
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[Bridge]
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You know just how I like it to see it
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(You know just how I like to see it)
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You know just how I like beat it, you already know
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You know I like to go down and eat it
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(I love it when you go down and eat it)
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And you know I won't stop until you get it, you already know
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[Foxy Brown]
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You already know, brain game I got it
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Plus I cut like I trained Lorraine Bobbit
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Fox got box to brings rings out ya pocket
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Like a cell phone is in there
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When you in here, feel like you in the air
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Nothin' can compare 'cept for like you in the Lear...jet
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Yes, we're takin' off
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Buckle ya seat belts, nigga ya need help
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F-O-X, male in distress
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Thought you could put it on me, only except he never factored
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Me throwin' it back-backwards
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Back shots on the back of the matress
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I can fake it like an actress if you want me to
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Or I can wine it like Passion, that's what I wanna do
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Tell a ball player dude he can slide on true
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Check one, one two, come on
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Check one, one two (Once again it's on)
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[Chorus to fade: 112 with various ad-libs]
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U Already Know (Remix)
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