"C'mon now" - repeated
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[Verse 1]
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Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos
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Hittin the hard rock, this street is my work spot
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I'm lookin for females and cops (yeah)
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Few things can pass me, I'm rollin up a five point O like pimps on ho, G
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And I'm sittin in third, I'm never on swerve, to the right I merge
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Now I'm patrollin and I'm lookin for a skirt, this thing I'm holin
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I still got game ain't a damn thing change
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I spot two Zs in the left lane
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Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at thongs
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And she's poppin them buttons and yankin that blouse
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Girl let it all out!
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And that's what she did, baby ain't no kid
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36 D's a make a man skid
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I'm puttin in work on the freeway pass
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Cause she put 'em on the glass (yeah)
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[Break] - w/ ad libs
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Put 'em on the glass ..
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Put 'em on the glass, girl
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Put 'em on the glass
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[Verse 2]
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Yes he's kinky, weenie and jinky
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Got crushed rock on his pinkie
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He gets paid to stay laid
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My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who's stay played
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Girls when I'm on the freeway
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Catch up and then givin me leeway
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And then drop them things on the dash
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This Porsche is quick so don't try to run fast
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At speed I got a need to see you breathe
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And proceed with the kinky tease
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Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin you bolder
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Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier
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But lusting is on balls
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Everybody's beggin to get into your draws
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What's makin you hit brown?
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+Baby Got Back+ or (lick you up and down)
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You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown
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Straight growin all night long
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I like my females nasty
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Never try to drive straight past me
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Just get in the left lane and show me you're insane
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And fill up the window with fangs
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Puttin niggaz on skids, about to straight crash
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Cause she put 'em on the glass
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[Break] - w/ ad libs - (*scratched*)
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[Verse 3]
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How many times will you play this
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before your ban this, I heard Mix so I can't stand this
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But I gotta 'fend this, lovin this scandalous rap
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Guess who I got layin on the canvas
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D-R R-I-C-H-A-R-D
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Hard from the three way party
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Baby them things is workin
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Fillin up the passenger window with Jergens
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You hit the gas I hit mine too
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Baby can I get with you?
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Press the flesh to the glass gets stressed
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I'm obsessed with the ways you express yourself
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Some say I only rap about wealth
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But baby can I talk about your health?
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Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin' lungs
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Get a brother oh so strung
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I'm lovin this window dressin'
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The whole right lane is stressin'
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Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly
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B double O B S, straight sittin in the window
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I'd rather kiss them than indo
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And if you see me on the freeway, baby don't pass
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Slow down and put 'em on the glass
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[Break] - w/ ad libs
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Put 'em on the glass
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Put 'em on the glass, girl
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Put 'em on the glass
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Now shake them titties ..
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Shake 'em ..
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Put 'em on the glass ..
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Put 'em on the glass
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Put 'Em On The Glass
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
