(feat. Petey Pablo, Smokey (Playa))
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[Intro: Timbaland]
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Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?
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Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
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Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?
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Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?
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Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?
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Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
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Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?
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Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland
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[Timbaland]
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I be creepin' in backyards, dippin in alley ways
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My brother in the 360, I'm in a escalade
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We piled ride high, sittin' on low pros
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Petey in the back of us, with his range rov
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Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front
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No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' blunt
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This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules
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Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes
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That's why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours alive
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For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise
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That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawl
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This here, this here, is that party y'all
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[Chorus]
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Roll Out (ROLL!)
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Get the cars (ROLL!)
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Get your girls (ROLL!)
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Get your boys (ROLL!)
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Hit the switches (ROLL!)
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Bring the noise (ROLL!)
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[panting noises]
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Roll Out (ROLL!}
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Get the cars (ROLL!)
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Get your girls (ROLL!)
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Get your boys (ROLL!)
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Hit the switches (ROLL!)
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Bring the noise (ROLL!)
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[panting noises]
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[Petey Pablo]
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddest
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Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
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Layin' in traffic, shiftin gears in the automatic
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Tryin' to get past this old couple in a Maverick
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Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
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G. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin'
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Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin'
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I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit
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Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin'
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Slammed on the brakes [SKRUT!], ya old bastard
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Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back and
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Girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses
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Wind blowin' dresses up, showin off the pad and
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Polka dot scripe long cramed in their phanies
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WHOOP! You could be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
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Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Smokey]
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Catch me in a chick, and her name is Kim
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Tryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of Bim
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Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
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Like why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slim
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I'm out north too, no top on the Benz
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Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym
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Man, I'm sppeding through, not just feeling the wind
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Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end
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Now, I'm needing to sin, lying again
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Pumpin' gas in the Benz, with no money to spend
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And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again
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So it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Magoo]
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on call
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High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
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Grill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemen
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And I'm scheming on your daughter with on condom and Clairborne
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Don't get it twisted, I'm gold-toothed and two-fisted
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Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
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I'm past being beserk, I go to work
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Tell the boss "Go 'head give me some sugars and hot sauce"
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With an atrack of Diana Ross playing
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And drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontime
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Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
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Said them draws was versache, I thought she had versace
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Roll Out
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| Timbaland |
