| I get dressed, a quarter to nine ready to shine
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| Whoever ain’t ready, getting left behind
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| Cause tonight’s the night, I get my ball on
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| 22's on my truck, I get my crawl on
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| Yeah we step in the club, bout to break they neck
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| Cause we creased and pieced up, everything correct
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| I’m bout to wreck some’ing, get the place jumping
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| Niggas throwing up they sets, got the whole hood pumping
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| What, everybody wanna riiide
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| From the East and West coast, to the Dirty Southside
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| Bitches in the spot, shaking ass galo'
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| I’m in the VIP, smoking nothing but do'
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| Gon light one, get the place lit up
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| Baby shaking that butt, she got a hell of a strut
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| She’s a sex shooter, just looking for fame
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| Work that ass up and down, go on shake that thang what
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| Go on, shake some’ing
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| And if you really feeling good, then go on break some’ing
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| You got the type of body, make me wanna take some’ing
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| So won’t you hit the dance flo', and go make some’ing and let me make some’ing
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| Raise up off the wall, go on test the flo'
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| Lil' mama she acting bad, she could sho' get low
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| I’m bout to put her on the spot, let her make that cash
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| Cause the tricks in the place, got money to flash
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| They say the Don in the house, and it’s on from there
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| It’s three o’clock in the morning, and we still don’t care
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| Cause they love our wax, on cassette and disc
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| It’s Commission Music Group, and that Avarice
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| We some hard hitters, from the West and the South
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| Got ice and plenty rocks, in the front of our mouth
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| Let’s get this party hype, to the break of dawn
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| It’s the Poetic 1, plus the Texas Don
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| We getting rich worldwide, ain’t nothing wrong with that
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| From the Benz to the Lex, to the brand new Lac
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| Got your woman showing out, giving all she got
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| She got bounce in that thang, mayn that girl is hot uh
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| The last verse is worse, just like the first
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| Stepping up in the club, better watch your purse
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| Cause the thugs and the G’s, just love to rock
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| And the women back back, till it pop and drop
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| Get your heart right, cause everything is tight
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| When we leave the club, we can catch the flight
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| Cause it’s on, hang up the phone and get gone
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| Po' up the Cristal, take two to the dome
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| We some outlaws, that the ladies respect
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| Ain’t no haters out of line, cause they all in check
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| Quit bumping, start dumping
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| And all the ladies in the place, go on shake some’ing
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| Get your move on, the way you working that ass
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| You get your groove on, it’s some pimps in the house so get your choose on
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| If you ain’t ready for this
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| Then put your shoes on, and put your shoes on |