[Trina]
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Woooooooooo! C'mon, uhh
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[Dre + (Trina)]
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Clap! One, two, three and to the fo'
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Girl drop ya body, break it down to the flo', whoa
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(Cool and Dre, y'all did it again, uh)
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Get naughty, go hisp' a lil' mo (wooooo, whattup Dre?)
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Go, grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (listen)
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Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (I see you Cali)
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Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh)
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Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh)
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Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh)
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[Trina]
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I don't know what you've been told
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But I'm back bitches, yep I'm back niggaz
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Yeah I'm hearin rumors that my house foreclosed
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So I, pack a bag and build a crib with mo' - woo!
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Mo' rooms with mo' space - you like dat?
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Mo' shoes it's okay - go buy dat
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I been settin trends befo' this rap shit
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And I been gettin bread befo' "You don't know Nann bitch"
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Uhh, now it's so fine, you know I'm
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always into somethin sittin on some crispy chrome right
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Twenty-fo's like a strobe light
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Your girl Trina got a Ninja that can go the whole night
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(vrooooooooom) Uhh, you hear that sound?
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That's the Bentley GT Coupe, stare that down
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Doin a buck fifty, shift the gear back down
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On my way to free{?}, I'm fin' to tear that down, now
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[Chorus: Dre]
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One, two, three and to the fo'
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Girl drop ya body, break it down to the flo', whoa
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Get naughty, go hisp' a lil' mo
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Go, grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
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Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
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Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
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Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
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Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
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[Trina]
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I know you like the way it's goin down tonight
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The DJ's in the groove and shit it sounds so right
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Hold up, it's amazin, so so contagious
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I'm so, impatient, my body's on fire
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So, stop your pacin, don't, keep me waitin
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Homey grab my waist, set my body on fire
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I don't need to drink just to get loose
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All it takes a big WOO and guess who?
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I'ma stay wit'cha
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We can do it all night, I ain't playin wit'cha
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Your girl got it bad, got to work it out
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Put you on your back, it's a fact, yeah I could turn you out
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Now - roll it up, we could burn it out
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Get your stamina up, c'mon, lemme hear you count - woo!
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[Chorus]
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[Trina]
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Motherfuckers love the way I swing my ass up
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And bitches hate to see me when I tip my glass up
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But I don't give a fuck I'm up in V.I.P.
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Drunk off V.S.O.P., you know how we stunt
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Take the "Diamond Princess" for play play
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I'll do you worser than they did that dumb bitch on "Dre Day"
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Uhh, the West coast call me YAY-YAYYY
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I'm from Miami, Dade where they sip the ye-ye
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Uhh, Trina, best believe I
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keep a rubber band full of hundreds in between I
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hit the scene with a million dollar dream I
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triple the scene, covers of the magazines fly
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Overseas ride in the limousine, try
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shittin on me I'll put yo' ass to sleep, try
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findin a bitch that can go harder than me, why
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Try cause ain't nobody hotter than me, NOW
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[Chorus]
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Sum Mo
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Trina |