[Intro]
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Yeah, NFL, Boyz II Men
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Characters baby
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Meet me on the dance floor, come on
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[Nafis]
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Yo
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It's like this, in a nice miss we faked it some tight whips
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Chromed out (*edited*) out tokens'll right this
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That frozen alley had my lip on some mad (*edited*)
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Cuz we stack chips, had us grove to a plat' list
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When they see us, yeah run
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They hopin' out the Beamers, Pourches Range Rovers and Hummers
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My crew the cleanest, we the grittiest, back the meanest chick
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Get the Nafis dip, bouncers at the door clear the path
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It's Nafis forever clique
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[Boys II Men]
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Have them take a place
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People sittin' 'round
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Riders on the side
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No one's even tried to get down
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Brotha's being fly
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Ladies acting shy
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Ain't no doubt to loose
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I'm gon' get my groove on tonight
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Gotta dance, gotta dance, gotta dance
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[1] - Ain't no use in holding up the wall
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Come and get that body on the floor
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Baby, lose control and scream and shout
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Get your boogie down and work it out
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Everybody's out, party's going on
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And we're gonna rock until the sunlight crash and dawn
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('Till the break of dawn)
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Ain't a thing that you can do
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When the rhythm's calling you
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Let it work it's way right into you
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Gotta dance, gotta dance, gotta dance
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[Repeat 1 ]
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[Repeat 1 ]
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Na na na na na
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Na na na na na
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Na na na na na
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Na na na na na
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[Garrison Hearst]
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Make it move there's no need to hold back now
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Hit the floor, let loose and watch me break this down
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Keep it mellow or we can get wild
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See you haters in the corner tryin' to peep my style
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You want my stash, gold, checks, sports illustrated
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I'm motivated by the fact that I'm being hated
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Now my pockets swell, game straight outta ATL
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G-land, Boyz II Men, work it out
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What's the deal
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[Repeat 1]
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[Repeat 1]
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Work It Out
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Boyz II Men |