When you first walked in and I saw you at the bar or somethin'
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I ain’t really wanna holler or nothin'
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I just pegged you as the type for frontin'
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Steady chucklin’with your girlfriends actin’contrary and cluckin'
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But ya song came on, and somethin’changed in the way she was movin’along
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Eyelashes caught flashes of the possibilities, maybe this one is the one for me She’s movin’to the dance floor, we’ll see
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What I seen was inspirational, highly motivational
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Had to maneuver the set, up to confrontationals
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Even though it was my chance to mack
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I already did my dance, had the reservoir tapped
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Hit me like a thunder clap, though
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Can’t let somethin’that fat pass BY, why asks why?
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Made my way through the crowd with the side to side
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Then I pushed up on the tush 'cause, uh, I ain’t shy!
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Said, «Excuse me Miss, but I liked what I saw»
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When she spoke, I damn near dropped my jaw!
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HELL NAW! |
I can’t believe she SAID that shit!
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I need to call my sister, «Come up through and check this chick!
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And put some sense in her, cause her IQ 'bout six»
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Bein’that, stu-pid in pub-lic there should be a law against
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I mean, she didn’t have a CLUE, tell you what to do Just SHUT UP, ride the groove, and let’s move now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two
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When I stepped into the coliseum, I was slidin’through
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Just bein’me, lovin’the space and lettin’everything be free
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And bein’free to 'til I seen her, me, I popped up, solutions
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Could it be? |
She was the one that could make me a believa?
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Step through the crowd like a bobber and a weaver
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Couldn’t really see the crowd, all that I could see was HER
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Looked directly in her eyes, all that I could see was blurred vision
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Couldn’t really tell if she was prime and ready furr pickin'
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She was downin’that 'Yac in straight shots
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Offered me a drink, I told her I was tryin’to stop
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I thought to reconsider mackin', then she pulled off her top
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and yelled, NEXT THING I KNOW, SHE WAS DOIN’THE WOP
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She said, «Gabby, Gabby, Gabbyyy, you need to come and swig»
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I said, «I think I’m cool, you need to find another nigga»
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Baby, baby, baby PLEASE, then she dropped down to her KNEES
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Then I had to leave, I didn’t want to contract diseases
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I said, «Don't take it personal, I think you need Jesus
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You’re movin’kinda fast, you need to stop and just breathe»
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Hopin’she would have a clue, tell you what to do Just SHUT UP, ride the groove and let’s move, now.
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two
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As soon as I walked in the DO'-woe-woe
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The rati-o was in favor of me, 'cause as far as I could see
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all the bitties on the FLO'-woe-woe
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was movin’in such a way in the heat, kinda made me wanna pee
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Leavin’ME wanting MO'-woe-woe
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But I was scared, of major defeat, 'cause I saw the girl Lateef
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was dancin’with sayin’NO-woe-woe
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and Gab was wrestlin’with a freak who was topless
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I was intimated to SHOW, any interest at ALL
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I just stood still, pressed against the walllll (that's when I saw her)
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Time froze, the ice around my heart e-RODED
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Glasses she looked like a spy, wanna decode it I said, «My name is Pi-Pi-Pigeon Johnny»
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Stuttered a little bit, felt like a big DU-mmy
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She said I didn’t have a clue, she told me what to do —
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She said, «SHUT UP and ride the groove»
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I said, «Okay», like.
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two now
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Side to side to side, times two
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If you gonna be creative, y’know
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You’re ultimately offering yourself as a sacrifice
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A sacrifice of, channeling something, bigger than yourself
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and existing here at the same time, y’know
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Being measured upon your words
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when you’re channeling yourself at higher than your state
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is a pre’serious, jump to take on So, if they truly about, the word
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poetry, singing, writing, and drawing and painting
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or however it is, then y’know
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want us to realize we’re here to record ripples of vanity, y’know
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Ripples of mathematics, that’s really what you’re dealing with… |