(Blaze)
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I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor
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Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low
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I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves
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Shakin, like ain't nobody shakin' better than her
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House is packed, we're moving from front to back
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Took my seat in VIP, and ordered a Cognac
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Pull out my product sack, and commenced the break down
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Here baby, you puff? grab up a seat and sit down
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(Chorus x2)
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We gon' roll it up, come on girl
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Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
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You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
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And the party don't stop till sunlight
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Four blunts later, and two and a half bottles of Don P.
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Followed by four shots of whiskey, had me tipsy
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But I still had game,
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and thoughts are still running up in ol' girl¡¯s frame
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Now I don¡¯t pimp skirts, I lift skirts
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And then serve, my dang-dang and beat it up until your 'nanny hurts
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What do you say we leave this place, and get a bit to eat
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And maybe after that I can toss you up, in the backseat
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(Chorus x2)
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We gon' roll it up, come on girl
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Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
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You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
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And the party don't stop till sunlight
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Back in the car, now we on the road,
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is when she acting all freaky, out of control
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Said the way she worked up in the club, that wasn¡¯t shit
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And I should see her when she butt naked, working the dick
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Ain¡¯t no point, just imagining
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I¡¯m headed to the Quality Inn, to get some quality skins, from this trick
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She put it on me, then straight fucked me to death
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But ain¡¯t no stopping a player when there¡¯s still a blunt left
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(Chorus repeat until end)
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We gon' roll it up, come on girl
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Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
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You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
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And the party don't stop till sunlight
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Roll It Up
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |