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It ain't my fault (let's do it, let's do it)
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We had too many drinks baby (let's do it, let's do it)
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Got you dancin on the bar (let's do it, let's do it)
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Let's take this party to my hotel suite (let's do it, let's do it)
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Yeahhhh
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[Layzie Bone]
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We're streamin live online for the world to see
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It ain't me young G, your girl all on me
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She chose me when she seen your boy buy out the bar
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Told her, "Drink 'til you drop lil' superstar"
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Better chill, be cool homie grab a drink
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Cause you don't wanna play big bank take little bank
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We at The Palms where it ain't no drama
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Hugh Hef' thugged out wearin Layzie pajamas
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House coat, pure silk, party hard for days
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Pretty girls up in here wearin Lay-gerie
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It's my brand new line, hot damn you fine
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Picture perfect from behind sippin a glass of wine
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[Chorus]
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[Flesh-N-Bone]
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I'm in the limosine bus, black tint windows
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Smashin on the diesel, head-rush from the indo
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Vegas - they say what goes on there stays
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If you really tryin to gamble shake 'em up and roll my way
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Nobody rock the way a Bone Thug show
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We get it in overtime but they already know
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Break out the money then we headed for the exit (exit)
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Ain't no tellin what we 'bout to get next in (next in)
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I'm on my tip-toes, steady I be floatin
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Coastin holdin somethin that I'm sippin on slow (slow)
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I ain't tryin to pass out overdosed
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and fuck around wake up in the mornin naked on the flo'
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[Chorus]
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[Krayzie Bone]
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I'm finna hit it like Kray Jackson tonight (Kray Jackson tonight)
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I'm finna get it hype, Lay let me get a light
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Bartender, let me get a shot of Henny, make it double
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Mix a lil' Gin with it, gon' get me on the level
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I see you girl, lookin at me, lookin at you
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Feelin your drink, and feelin me too
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It's the physical attraction baby, what can we do?
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She want a little thug passion, roughness, harassment
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Drink a little mo', while I drink a little Mo'
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Let's get tipsy and forget where these feelings is finna go
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To the room - that's where I'm tryin to guide 'em to
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And yo I roll with them, but I can ride with you (with you, with you, with you)
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[Chorus]
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[Wish Bone]
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Gucci bag full of cash, black card and all
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Hood star, never gonna hate they love us, Bone's stacked
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Table full of drinks from the bar, come closer
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Make our way through, top shelf and we're blowin
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Don't worry 'bout your business gettin out there girl
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Come here, grown man, put some thug in yo' ear
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You're drop-dead gorgeous, sip 'til we nauseous
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And then we're gonna bounce, bounce, shake 'em
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Room with a pool just one rule, get naked
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Yeah you got a girl, your deadline's extended
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One more drink to the face let's play
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We can reminisce it over pancakes - ha ha ha!
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Women in the club, they focusin on the gentleman
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(We in Vegas, we 'bout to kick it nigga)
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We hit the dance floor, dance floor, dance floor
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Take it to the medic, pack liquor to where we headed
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You could read it right before that they set it to end the rhetoric
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The veteran, the gentleman, the warrior, the better man
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And Bizzy's just a thug gettin fucked up, get it?
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Safe sex, never ever with the same sex (eww)
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Yeah we at Vegas (hey) spend it like wild Roulette
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Free drinks, hundred thousand dollar chips
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Leanin back in the whip in the night-life strip
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[Chorus]
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Vegas
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| Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
