*featuring 112
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[112 + (Joe)]
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112! (Jump off!)
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Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)
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[Verse One: Joe Budden]
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You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
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Don't no other mami give me head like you
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I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
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y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
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We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
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You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
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Don't mistake my talkin modest
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Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet
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Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
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Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter
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Ex-man never had you feelin that fly
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Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
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When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
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New school your neck, take that herringbone off
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Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan
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System old school, play 'em and had 'em
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We makin it happen, oh yeah
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[Chorus: 112]
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Turn this off for a minute
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We can do freaky things if you widdit
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We can be me and you, I know you feel it
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You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la"
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All you want, you can get it
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You can have all my time, let's spend it
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The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
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Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"
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[Verse Two: Joe Budden]
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Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
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Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
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I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
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They already know they gotta pay for they meals
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Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies
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Just because I don't match your compatible sign
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I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
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Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate
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When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)
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Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
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And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin
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"La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look
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Private party, it's just me, you
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and the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
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Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?)
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Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Joe Budden]
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Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
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And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
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I need dat in my life, a G might cry
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But you the only one that ever get to see that side
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Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
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We can take baby steps, that may be the best
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Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
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But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you
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If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is
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Ready to take things a little mo' serious
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Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
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Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?
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Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons
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Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
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Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen
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Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin
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[Interlude: 112]
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Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
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Let me get the chance, I can show you more
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Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out
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"La la-la la, la la la la"
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If I could, wife you out, ride this out
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You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
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I could show you what this life's about
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I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"
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[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
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[Joe Budden]
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This is the type of shit right here, listen
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You gotta go to the car wash on this one
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Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
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If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
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Take it to the car wash
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Don't just get the exterior joint neither
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We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint
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And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview
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So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside
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Ha ha! Ayy..
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Ma Ma Ma
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| Joe Budden |
