Intro)
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Verse 1)
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Friday nite me and my girls hit the spot step into the club the dj's spinnin hot jams the shit that make you wanna dance
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here's your chance now everbody grab the first person that you glance at and let the rhythm take control until your hands
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start to clap cause once you catch the feelin yo theres no turnin back..in fact let's lock the place down and away the key
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with all of life's drama that's exactly what we need...so set your mind free let it come naturally ain't gotta worry what
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these people mite think of me release your stress and let the drum beat your chest cause Hasabae gon break it down until we
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feelin blessed yes he got the beats and on the mic is Campo Lovely who else could rock the ground wit just a simple melody yo
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from Seoul to Tokyo let me see your heads go back and fourth a to the rhythm sing the chorus here it go
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Chorus)
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I like the way you talk I like the way you move I like the way you feel I know you feel the same way that I do you like the way
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I talk you like the way I move you likle the way I feel I know you feel the same way that I do
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Verse 2)
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Me and Mr. Hasabae gon hit you wit ill combo one two ensemble get you higher than falsetto quench your thirsty people wit
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dehydrated tonsils cook up my syllables to stimulate your nostrils dishes so delicious wit my scrumtious lingo buy ma single
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twice yes take it in your bento essential like the chemistry of light that rekindle no hint or inuendo i'm on point like pronto
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got the keys to your cuffs so throw your wrist above your temple let your mind go awol to the rhythm selector and your conscience
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be free and let the freedom just take ya break your boundaries that raped your mind to make you hate another..soul in other acres
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but we one from other mother if you feel this keep on bouncin like hydro impala >from Seoul to Yokohama let me hear my people holla
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now back to Futaoka and all the way to the Bahama
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* Chorus Repeat
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break.....
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Verse 3)
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all my people iki mashyo °Ç¹è ¼úÀÜ µé°í Ä£±¸¿Í enemy ´Â ¹Ù·Î ´Ï ¼±Åÿ¡ Â÷ÀÌ°í salt shake your shoulder blade and wriggle your
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tailbone relax your mind and let your conscience just sail on and float to the rhythm of the HSB I grab the mic to win so put
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your money on T >from Seoul to Yokahama let me hear my people holla uhh ...yo.....i'm out syonara
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* Chorus Repeat
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Combination Platter
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