*featuring Big Boi, Sleepy Brown
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Pussy nigga what you doin'
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[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
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(All day I dream about...)
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(All day I dream about sex)
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The way you move your sexy groove
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I've got my mind all over you
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(All day I dream about...)
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(All day I dream about sex)
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You say you were so sick of it
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I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there
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[Verse 1: Big Boi]
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65 Cevrolet Ipala peachy cream
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Cruisin' down the street like two fingers
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Cause the ivory is clean
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Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room
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On the inside of the ship
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Not a honey dip to hunt on
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Cause she mobile than a grip
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Or the Blue Man Group
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Caught out on the Vegas Strip
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Tell em' a good game, juju pimpin'
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Give em' to my nigga Dime Legit
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Boss lips, legs, arms, necks
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Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch
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It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho
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My brain is on one track
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Like Mary Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack
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None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at
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I'm a man and I demand a WO-man for that act
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Personal preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference
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No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
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But that's just me
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From them female fantasies frolic freely
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In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it
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[Chorus]
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[Killer Mike]
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Killer Kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill
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Heffers call me Black-N-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
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I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
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Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim
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Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
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White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
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Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola
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It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over
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All men young or old in the end it's what we after
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Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed Viagra
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Grandaddy, grandaddy what's happenin'
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What's up, what's up this me
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Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds
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I promise I got you tomorrow
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[Chorus]
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[Killer Mike]
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When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
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Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield
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Cause I dont need that A-I-D-S
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A D and an A missin' out my ADIDAS
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PLUS, We don't need no DNA mixin' between us
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We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush
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On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
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But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv
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From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
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We can jump each others bones but there's no jumpin' brooms
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[Big Boi]
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Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb
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It is too early for you to jump the broom, BOOM
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[Chorus]
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A.D.I.D.A.S.
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Killer Mike |