[Xzibit]
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X to the Z, huh, c'mon
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I ain't the type that catches the most of your feelings
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Plus your sexual healing is very appealing, I'm ready and willing
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Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up
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You will find every desire when the X man touch
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She said she like them rough and I was right up her alley
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Drop the top, hit the switch, bounce the trial
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Got it together, kind of women I keep 'em forever
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Here's a trip, how your skin tone is matching my leather
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Yeah, your friends player hate and said you can do better
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You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever
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You know what's up with the long braids and Hennesey breath
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I love ya to death, relaxing with your head on my chest
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It's like
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[Donell Jones] (Xzibit)
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Ooh say what, say what, say what
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(Yeah, say what, say what, say what)
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Ooh girl you know what's up
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(Yeah, girl you know what's up)
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Ooh say what, say what, say what
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(It's like, say what, say what, say what, bring it, yeah)
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Ooh girl you know what's up
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(Girl, you know what's up, c'mon)
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[Donell Jones]
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Hit the block with the system bumpin'
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All the fly ladies start jockin'
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Got the rims on the Benzo glossin'
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While stopped on the road, we flossin'
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That's the way that we flow
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Smoked up with the tint down low
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Cuz you and your girls wanna go
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Pimp-house suite with me and some mo'
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[?]
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So, what's it gon' be? You gon' roll wit' me?
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C'mon, take a lil' trip down and blow wit' me
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I got a few chips, you could blow wit' me
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Oh, and I got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me
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Yo, shorty, if you drive, I let you push the five
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We could take a ride, shit, it's nice outside
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I figure we could cruise, kick it and hit the spot
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Call Donell cuz he got mad pull at the Mariot, yeah
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[Donell Jones]
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Ooh say what, say what, say what
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Ooh girl you know what's up
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Ooh say what, say what, say what
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Ooh girl you know what's up
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I'm checkin' out you and your ladies
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Twenty-ones on the drop top Mercedes
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You down the block lookin' faded
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Niggas be all talk but they just hate playin'
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I'm feelin' you cuz you look lovely
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Watchin' your body in the back, from the bubbly
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Checkin' down your neck real slow
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If you don't wanna tell, keep it on the low
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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It was all too prevalent
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The evidence was that she can't fuck you
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Miss you like she miss the rain, boo
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Black gange, you represent me like the girls with bangoos
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Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit
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Beat you the way dick tangle
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Oh, what a web we weave,let me untangle at the strangler
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Back off tour, rest assure
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Then we can get it on like dogs on all fours
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On the floor, say what?
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[Donell Jones] (Pharoah Monch) {Cuban Link}
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Ooh say what, say what, say what
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(Pharoah Monch in the house, you get out)
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Ooh girl you know what's up
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(Ladies, rub on your titties) {Cuban Link, what}
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Ooh say what, say what, say what
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(Pharoah Monch in the house, you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad, baby}
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Ooh girl you know what's up
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(Ladies, rub on your titties)
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[Fat Joe]
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Yo, who that cat that rap the Bronx crazy?
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Fat motherfucker but still the broads chase me
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That never taste the pastry (Naw, my man lace me)
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But ask yourself what has he really done lately?
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See, I'm the type that take ya to new heights
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First-class flight to the Trinidad fights
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Ya ice be bling-blinging in all the pretty bright lights
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Front row, right besides where she see the fight
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[Cuban Link]
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Yo, you know what's up, I'm from the rugged to so pretty to fuck it
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Love it when honeys rub my stomach and play with my little puppet
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Ain't no kissing or hugging in public, bitches be buggin'
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I got it covered in shows, I give my hoes some Jim jugget
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I be clubbin' up in Jimmy's Cafe, just havin' fun
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If I ain't rubbin', I'm up in the VIP bookin' something
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With a gun in my waist just in case niggas be frontin'
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I'm just playin' it safe, these days I trust nuttin'
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That's what's up
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[Donell Jones]
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I got 'em all in head boys rockin'
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Second round and it no stoppin'
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Got it up with the Cristal poppin'
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Up and down with your body hoppin' baby
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Girl y |