Yeah we very different that I cant deny
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Yous a big city girl and imma country guy
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You represent the north so you love hip- hop
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And im straight up out the south so imma bout that drop
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But lets get real for a minute baby look at my face
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And tell me have you ever been queen to bass
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So has a man ever made you buckle up at your knees
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By the way he slowly ate your macorronni and cheese
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If not then I suggest we go under my suite
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Get a knock and ill none of talking and turn back my sheets
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Get a radio and put one one of C.C.s beats
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Then lay your body down as I proceed to breed
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And eat your body like potatoe salad and ham
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Kissing on the nipples on your candied yams
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Squeezing my whipped cream on your lemon meraing
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Bass music in the back saturating your brain
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To have you moaning screaming swanging and kicking
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Beggin for a piece of this Kentucky fried chicken
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Freaking you to the bass and fulfilling your dream
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And me say you know the body with the southern cousine c.mon
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Let me freak ya down 2 da bass baby.
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let me freak you down to the bass.(repeat)X4
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I know you made love on satin sheets
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But have you ever did it in a chevy Capri
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Drop top by the lake skin to skin
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With bass music pumpin out your 12.s and 10.s
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Body.s full of sweat like we diggin a ditch
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The whole car rocking like we hittin a switch
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Tricking on the way that I slowly lick
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Your body up and down like a chick-o stick
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Cuz when it come to getting freaky there.s no one greater
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I freak some now then save some for later
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So stop playing hard to get and come chill
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With this country bro from outa Jacksonville
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So I can mix my rice with your lima beans
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Drop my ham hogs and see your mustard greens
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And turn you O.U.T. in my B.E.D then wash it all down with a glass of sweet tea
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And everything I love imma freak ya well
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Tapping on your ears like a S.P. 12
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Taking your hip- hop and enhancing the taste
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By adding just a pinch of this country fried bass c.mon
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Let me freak ya down 2 da bass baby.
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Let me freak you down to the bass,(repeat)X4
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If you let me stir your body like a bowl of soup
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Then ill be softer than the leather in a lexus coupe
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Make you wetter than a beach when the tide is high
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And have your body feeling sweeter than some pecan pie
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You.ll be riding cloud 9 when you flying a plane
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Higher than a junkie on some crack cocaine
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Happier than a kid playing ball in the park
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And crawling up the wall like a roach in the dark
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Ill be livin in your body like its Sunday brunch
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Swallowing your sweat like its tropical punch
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Patiently im waiting on the chance to hunch
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Like im waiting on the check around the first of the month
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Ill spray your body down in some C.K.B.
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And lay it down like im Eightball and MJG
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Go and watch braid her turn some tricks
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Like im chris watch and nelson and you vanity 6
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Investigating your body like the Rockford files
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Stabbing like the dagger from the golden child
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Making love together kinda nice and slow
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To a bass grave beeper have some alga mo
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Ill lick your lolly pop till the candy gone
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Till im singing mo tired than a brandy song
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Sticking to your body like its lesses paste
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And Have you screaming yeah boy I like you flava flave
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Trying to win your price like the price is right
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Singing in your ear like im brian mcknight
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All night long like the two man band
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And ride up in them sheets like the Ku Klux Klan
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Let me freak you down to the bass baby.
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Let me freak you down to the bass.(repeat)until fade
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Freak You Down 2 Da Bass
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69 Boyz |