[Intro - Freeway]
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(Aaaaaaah)
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(Yeah, yeah)
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(Aaaaaaah)
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(La-da-daaaaa)
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Uh, uh
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(Yeah, yeah)
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(Aaaaaaah)
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(No more cymbals man)
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[Verse 1 - Freeway]
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Uh, she like something out of Maxim, the real Swimsuit issue
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Told her I miss you, I'll be back soon
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Hold the spot down until I'm back home
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Her girlfriends downstairs, her little nephew in the back room
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But I don't mind 'cause she, on her job
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And she, drive a nigga wild when she slob the knob
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And she, throw it back when I hit her from behind
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Every time, that's why I had to make her all mine, yeah
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[Chorus - Sample from "Mary Jane" by Rick James (Freeway)]
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She makes me feel alright (she do)
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She makes me feel alright (yes she do)
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She makes me feel alright (she do)
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She makes me feel alright (woo!)
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[Verse 2 - Freeway]
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I had plenty chicks, big booty, one skinny chicks
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Spanish mamis that don't hardly speak the lang-o-uage
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She always yellin "Papi Chulo", while we at it
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Then she ask me if she teach me Spanish, will I teach her Eng-a-lish?
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Don't be ridiculous, ya know I'll teach ya
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She say "Who's bicho? What that mean? Who's ding-a-ling is this?"
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I told her "get it right, it's yours"
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Her coochie so tight, every time I hit it, hit walls
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Hit it all night, hit it more in the morn'
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Flew her in like a kite, even hit it on tour
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Hit in on the sofa, hit it on the floor
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But told my new chick her coochie not addictive like yours
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Right on, Freezer get his nighty-night on
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After I beat it up, she put me to sleep like s'mores
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Light snores, then she wake me up to back rubs
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And I'm back up, fin' to beat it up once more
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Now once more, Freezer was once a whore
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Now she got me locked, Bush approach - shock and awe
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She hit the supermarket and food shop and all
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Then she top me off, swallow the whole cock and all, yeah
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[Chorus - without "woo!" at the end]
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[Verse 3 - Freeway]
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I think I like her 'cause she make me laugh, make me smile
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Go through her act because she know she got that snapper-pow
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Oh, you don't know about that snapper-pow?
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That's that action that pull you back in when you backin out
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She grab the burner, said she thuggin out
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She say "you think we gonna be Ike and Tina Turner? Boy, you buggin out"
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I told her "I love you, I'll never hit you
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Except for in your coochie and your mouth"
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She said "cut it out"
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We actin out, playin cat and mouse
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I still snap, she come to the flat unannounced
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Unless it's trench coat, no clothes underneath
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She hold me down, stash O's at her mother's house and her brother's house
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We maintainin, she said "I ain't complainin but you need to find another route"
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I said "another route?"
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She said "yeah nigga, another route, another way for you to gain payment"
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This is so heinous, it's a shame ain't it?
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I still had to move them things when I became famous
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I got my babe with me and we are game changin
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We about to tear up the lane, you better clear it out
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[Chorus]
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[Outro - Freeway - talking - w/ ad libs]
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Okay, Freezer
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Uh huh, yeah
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Behind every good man, it's a strong woman, it's
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Y'all know, you know the saying
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You see, you see Barack, you see he got Michelle in the background
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Ya know what I mean?
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You see how it's goin down, we doin it real big, ya know what I mean?
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That's how it's goin down this year and the years to come
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We on our shit niggaz
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She Makes Me Feel Alright
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Freeway |