[Verse One: Lateef The Truth Speaker]
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When you first walked in and I saw you at the bar or somethin'
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I ain't really wanna holler or nothin'
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I just pegged you as the type for frontin'
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Steady chucklin' with your girlfriends actin' contrary and cluckin'
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But ya song came on, and somethin' changed in the way she was movin' along
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Eyelashes caught flashes of the possibilities, maybe this one is the one for me
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She's movin' to the dance floor, we'll see
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What I seen was inspirational, highly motivational
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Had to maneuver the set, up to confrontationals
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Even though it was my chance to mack
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I already did my dance, had the reservoir tapped
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Hit me like a thunder clap, though
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Can't let somethin' that fat pass BY, why asks why?
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Made my way through the crowd with the side to side
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Then I pushed up on the tush 'cause, uh, I ain't shy!
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Said, "Excuse me Miss, but I liked what I saw"
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When she spoke, I damn near dropped my jaw!
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HELL NAW! I can't believe she SAID that shit!
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I need to call my sister, "Come up through and check this chick!
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And put some sense in her, cause her IQ 'bout six"
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Bein' that, stu-pid in pub-lic there should be a law against
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I mean, she didn't have a CLUE, tell you what to do
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Just SHUT UP, ride the groove, and let's move now
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[Chorus x2]
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two
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[Verse Two: Gift of Gab]
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When I stepped into the coliseum, I was slidin' through
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Just bein' me, lovin' the space and lettin' everything be free
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And bein' free to 'til I seen her, me, I popped up, solutions
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Could it be? She was the one that could make me a believa?
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Step through the crowd like a bobber and a weaver
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Couldn't really see the crowd, all that I could see was HER
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Looked directly in her eyes, all that I could see was blurred vision
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Couldn't really tell if she was prime and ready furr pickin'
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She was downin' that 'Yac in straight shots
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Offered me a drink, I told her I was tryin' to stop
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I thought to reconsider mackin', then she pulled off her top
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and yelled, NEXT THING I KNOW, SHE WAS DOIN' THE WOP
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She said, "Gabby, Gabby, Gabbyyy, you need to come and swig"
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I said, "I think I'm cool, you need to find another nigga"
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Baby, baby, baby PLEASE, then she dropped down to her KNEES
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Then I had to leave, I didn't want to contract diseases
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I said, "Don't take it personal, I think you need Jesus
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You're movin' kinda fast, you need to stop and just breathe"
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Hopin' she would have a clue, tell you what to do
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Just SHUT UP, ride the groove and let's move, now..
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[Chorus x2]
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two
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[Verse Three: Pigeon John]
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As soon as I walked in the DO'-woe-woe
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The rati-o was in favor of me, 'cause as far as I could see
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all the bitties on the FLO'-woe-woe
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was movin' in such a way in the heat, kinda made me wanna pee
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Leavin' ME wanting MO'-woe-woe
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But I was scared, of major defeat, 'cause I saw the girl Lateef
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was dancin' with sayin' NO-woe-woe
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and Gab was wrestlin' with a freak who was topless
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I was intimated to SHOW, any interest at ALL
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I just stood still, pressed against the walllll (that's when I saw her)
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Time froze, the ice around my heart e-RODED
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Glasses she looked like a spy, wanna decode it
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I said, "My name is Pi-Pi-Pigeon Johnny"
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Stuttered a little bit, felt like a big DU-mmy
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She said I didn't have a clue, she told me what to do -
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She said, "SHUT UP and ride the groove"
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I said, "Okay", like..
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[Chorus x2]
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two
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[Intro to "Automatique" - Natalie Stewart of Floetry]
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If you gonna be creative, y'know
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You're ultimately offering yourself as a sacrifice
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A sacrifice of, channeling something, bigger than yourself
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and existing here at the same time, y'know
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Being measured upon your words
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| when you're channeling yourself at highe |
