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Now raise your drinks at the bar, |
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Butts and bras. |
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House speakers coming out your sneakers, |
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Come on and release the juice. |
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And let it all hang out like prostitutes. |
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For those that don't know, |
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I'm back up in ya grill. |
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Set it off, can |
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I do another spill, |
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I make the speakers go boom in your ear. |
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Write a rhyme, put it together like |
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Shakespeare. |
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Drop it in the streets, you bump it in your |
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Jeeps. We make it phat enough, |
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Now everybody get your drinks up |
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Get your drinks up |
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Get your drinks up |
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Get your drinks |
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Get your drinks |
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Get your drinks up [CHORUS:] |
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Put your head in the air. |
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Bounce like you really don't care. |
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Bounce Bounce |
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I could take you there |
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Bounce Bounce |
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Are you scared? |
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Tell me, are you scared? |
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Baby, put your head in the air. |
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Bounce like you really don't care. |
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Bounce Bounce |
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I could take you there |
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Bounce Bounce |
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Are you scared? |
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Tell me, are you scared? |
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Cause I get crazy, party with your friends all night. |
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In the club feeling love, everything's all right. |
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Now Come on along and just ride this song. |
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To the proper cuttin rhythm. |
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Dj cuttin it raw, |
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To the break dawn, |
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Got it going on, |
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Keep you hot in the shade, |
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While I go in a rage, |
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I got pounds and pounds of this so go on down to this, |
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I ain't net to this, |
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Woo, dope |
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I'm sellin ya. |
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Keepin' you coming back, |
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Capable of cutting up the party like a lumberjack, |
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Thought I wasn't capable but yet |
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I get the flava bro, |
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Back to the lab, grab the pen and pad. |
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Yeah, droppin' science that you thought |
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I never had, |
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And if you came here to party like you don't give a |
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Fuck. Put your drinks up, |
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Put your drinks up, |
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Wooha, Wooha [CHORUS] |
