Modern girls!!
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[sung]
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I know, I can't afford to stop
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for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to for..
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[Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals]
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I say girls, girls, girls, girls
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Reach out and clap your hands
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I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan
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and, bring the breeze, bring the breeze
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[Mos Def]
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And from the moment that I saw ya, I knew you was trouble
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But I disregarded, detour signs
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And did not stop til, you was mine
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I guess God was like, aight fine
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Careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it in heaps
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Try to give it back he be like - nah that's yours to keep
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So poetic baby girl you make it hard to speak
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My dream lover make it hard to sleep
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.. I wrote a little song about it
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In she came with the same type game
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The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame
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Big thangs, so big you can't hardly explain
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When she done crossed her legs, she make mind turn insane
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Had seen her on the ave and spotted her, how I wanted her
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Ass so fat she (?) fella
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What you lo-lo-love, expert in the bedwork corridor
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Man see a touches her, man you'll feel sorry for
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Hustlers, bubblers, jugglers, sufferers
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All wanna know what her name and phone number was
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They're spendin up their money like, post them up and touch her up
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But it don't (?) tough, X-amount of (?)
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Son, bwoy, African and tough, all nice and decent
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A-yeah yeah, I'm tryin to ride with a diamond like you
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Lookin pretty in the club, plus she love Mos and Wu
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Ass wide and fat, breasts mad, hair wrapped
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Wilma style, chunky, that's how I like my batch
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You a rose from the hood, smoked out of 89
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We headed back, you had a baby by Ron
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but that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones
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Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs
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Steppin out of B-B-Q's
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'Member when we licked the cream out of Suzy Q's?
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Spaghetti jewels, the big word on the street
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You like Millie Jackson in the new Mack flick carryin heat
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Or say with Oprah with a makeover, Billie Jean slash Dairy Queen
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Fantasy is, can I eat you on the swing?
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See it's written all over my face, Daily News
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Big bold lettered, front page, Starks how it taste?
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[sung]
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.. forget
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I know, I can't afford to stop
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for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget
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I know, I can't afford to stop
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for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to for..
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[Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals]
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To all the fine-ass ghetto troublemakers from all over the world
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Ass from New York, to L.A., Miami to Atlanta G.A.
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Cakalaks, to the Bay.. any place in the world that they stay
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Even Japan and the U.K., you know you got to
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[Mos Def]
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Watch out! Louisana jug wine and conk out
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Throw her hands high and make her backside pop out
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Watch out! If you don't have the V.I.P. lacq' out
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Them big dollars they talk 'bout, just turn around and walk out
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You better watch out! Exotic fabrics, speech in larynx
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Think it's mid-day traffic, runnin game like the Mavericks
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Makin time seem elastic when we stretch out and smash it
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Then vanish like a phantom and hurt my understandin like WHAT??
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[sung]
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.. forget
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I know, I can't afford to stop
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for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget
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I know, I can't afford to stop
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for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget
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I know, I can't afford to stop
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for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget
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[music gradually fades out]
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[Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals]
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Special, special dedication
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To all the fine-ass ghetto troublemakers, out in the world today
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Some in this very party right here right now tonight
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Some of them listenin to this song in they jeeps
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Some of them listenin to this song at they job
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Some of them runnin game on some cat right now
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I want you to just rock and bounce to that
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Rock and bounce to that
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[music comes back in]
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[Mos Def]
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I say girls, girls, girls, girls
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Reach out and clap your hands
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I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan
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and, bring the breeze, bring the breeze
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Say girls, girls, girls, girls
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Reach out and clap your hands
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I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan
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and, bring the breeze, brin |