*featuring Ginuwine
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[1 - Ginuwine]
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Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
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Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
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Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
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Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz
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Everybody's out to fuck tonight
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The fine women, they out to fuck tonight
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My niggas, they down to fuck tonight
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Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players
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[Fat Joe]
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Came through the door, seen it before
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Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor
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You ever felt good to the point you so sure that
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All the attention in the club is yours
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Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
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Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws
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Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more
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And your crew's all but know it's a horse
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Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen'
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Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin
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Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin
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I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again
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[Repeat 1]
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Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
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And to let you know, you just as good as gold
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It's like we got our own little private party goin' on
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And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan
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It's so intimate, we so into it
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Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent
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Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin'
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Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
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Now we at the pad about to crack a case
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Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes
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Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great
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But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next
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[Repeat 1]
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[Ginuwine]
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If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me
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Cuz it's on, it's on
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Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed
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It's on, it's on
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[Fat Joe]
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Now mami, let's get serious, cuz by the looks of it
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It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
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You got a friend, we could gather then split
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If not, I got a girl for every girl I get
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There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast
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We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass
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And you know you wanna be where the cake is at
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Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat
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Mami, your body like Malery on Natural Born Killer
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She like, they got money but ya'll are more realer
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She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us
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No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'till you bit us
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[Repeat 1]
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Crush Tonight
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Fat Joe |