We gon' change things
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Yea, Genesis niggaz
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We gotta introduce y'all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce
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Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon
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All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place
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C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it
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Let's get to it, let's get to it
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All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it
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New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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[Verse One]
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Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in?
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Nigga guess who just walked in?
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Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke
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Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga
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Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz
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Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga
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LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up
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and got you niggaz spittin up SHIT
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No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain
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O.D. into my cocaine music
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Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by
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If you let 'em pussy printin through they denim
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Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip
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Drop her off, let her walk the strip
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Ain't it funny how nature work?
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Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon
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[Chorus]
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Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt
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Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt
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Pop that shit until you make it hurt
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Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt
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Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt
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C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt
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Pound that shit until we make it hurt
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Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt
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[Verse Two]
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Are we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO!
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Shit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get-go, nigga
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Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow
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Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga
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Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto
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Only give a nigga show love ditto
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Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle
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Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow
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Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor
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like a bunch of little psycho niggaz
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Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here
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Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches
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The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon
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Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches
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Then we go and add a little propane to it
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Then we send another whole flame through it
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Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half
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You wack nigga, better get you a staff
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The freak bitches try to hit me with math
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Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo
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Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record
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and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon
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Party 'til you wanna lash out
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Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you motherfuckin pass out!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all
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Light yo' L, get high y'all
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Shit you can't deny y'all
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Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all
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All my niggaz inside y'all
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C'mon, let's start that shit y'all
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C'mon, and you know we won't quit
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Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y'all, c'mon
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In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c'mon
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Little Cris' and a bottle of the Remi
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Write a bit and STILL sortin it out
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Flipmode up in this muh'fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about?
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Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga
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They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga
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Ain't it funny how nature work?
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Hot shit'll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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Make It Hurt
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