| In the middle of the floor, they actin' hardcore
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| With shirts off, flirtin', of course, the Dom pour
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| Segal split, diggin' that hit from way back
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| I gained that lady with the black Baby Phat
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| Stacked in the back, that ass, crazy fat
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| She bump and grindin', makin' it clap
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| Baby, stop playin', why you shake it like that?
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| When you know how my dogs like to chase the cat
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| Hot lights, camera, action, packed in
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| Back to the front, eight cats on the blunt
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| The tracks gotta pump, the rats wanna thump
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| We strapped from the junk, got gats in the trunk
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| My niggas run the V.I.P., B.Y.T
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| Slip pass security to be by me
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| And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do
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| Invite your crew, and I’ll invite mine too
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| We’ll be (bump & grindin')
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| In the back they (bump & grindin')
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| Up top they (bump & grindin')
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| Right here we (bump & grindin')
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| At home (bump & grindin')
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| Out of town we (bump & grindin')
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| Haters, they see us (bump & grindin')
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| Uh huh, uh huh (bump & grindin')
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| We at the bar like what?
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| Sweatin' out the Henny, no doubt, we fucked up
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| But not enough, to let you call my bluff
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| You feel what I feel, then raise your cup
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| You holdin' that hydro, blaze it up
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| I’m high with my eyes on snakes in the cut
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| Cuz some be playin' the wall, hatin' it all
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| Prayin' I take the fall, but they small
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| This, it can’t stop like Shaq with the rock
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| I can stand in the lot and still smash the spot
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| Got the grass in my sock with the hash and block
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| Might blast your top, don’t crash your drop
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| Keep movin', shakin', don’t stop
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| What you doin', stay with it, won’t stop
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| Til you blue in the face with it, can’t stop
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| Til, it’s a new day, dig it? |
| Off top
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| We be (bump & grindin')
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| Shaolin we (bump & grindin')
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| All the time (bump & grindin')
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| Shorty, she stay (bump & grindin')
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| In the 'Jects (bump & grindin')
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| Tear up the club (bump & grindin')
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| Gettin' money (bump & grindin', bump & grindin')
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| Damn girl, I love the way that fits
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| Hug your waist and hips, how you sway that switch
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| D.J., keep playin' that hit
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| Watch her shake that shit, I can’t take that shit
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| Find you in the back burnin', fat sermon on the wax turnin'
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| Earnin' cash, puttin' work in
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| Certain, to pop it off son, keep it urban
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| Floatin' with some perfect Timbs, powdered in suburban
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| Catch me in the midst, Ninja with the fifth in the gripper
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| Mr. Big Picture, city slicker
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| Who makes loot, sway suits and flavor boots
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| Stay loose off the Henny, the Remy or Gray Goose
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| Make moves like a wrestler, spark your hate groove
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| Make truce with berettas and birds and eight coups
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| Toxi' off the fine bubbly, dubs shine on the buggy
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| Got your eyes blurry, dimes love me
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| Cuz we (bump & grindin')
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| New York (bump & grindin')
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| The Dirty Dirty (bump & grindin')
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| Mid West Be (bump & grindin')
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| West Coast (bump & grindin')
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| Overseas they (bump & grindin')
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| In the Benz they (bump & grindin')
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| Everybody (bump & grindin')
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| That’s right, Phantom of the Beat, ya’ll
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| We make hits for the streets, ya’ll
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| Rebel I., get familiar |