| Yo, at a party on the hill, I popped a pill
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| Threw back a shot and started to chill
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| Ran into a pretty thing named Jane Bang
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| She said she liked the way I handled my game,
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| I said thanks, I like the way you handle my thang
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| She said thanks, now thats money in the bank
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| So I walked away, towards the bar,
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| Bumped into a hottie named Holly in the hall,
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| Could’ve been a mange e toi,
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| But her friend never heard my music before
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| So I walked outside to get a little high,
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| When I got a little bump on my side from a fly
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| Blue-eyed baby with sex on the mind,
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| Sally’s form the valley, but Sally’s still fine
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| Hopped in the ride, and started to drive
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| She said «Whats my name?»,
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| I said «I dunno, Jane?»
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| So someone take her picture, (click, click)
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| So I dont forget her (click, click)
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| I wish I had a Polaroid, (click, click)
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| So I could remember (click, click)
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| Yo, uh, at a party on the beach,
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| I was smokin like cheech,
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| Scopin out a hot piece of ass I’m a creep,
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| Getting head while the radio speaks,
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| Popped like the bubble in these sneaks,
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| Yo Jennifer, or was it Monique,
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| That chick got dolphins tattoed on her feet
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| Last week, I seen a best friend
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| Undressin a Madison in the westend,
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| Exit, cut to breakfast,
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| Eggs benidict and a fresh pearl necklace
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| Legs in the air like a goddamn gymnast,
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| Please God, I beg for forgiveness,
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| Then she asked if I’ve been to Memphis,
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| I said no but Im a fan of Elvis,
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| Thats where I learned to move my pelvis,
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| She said «Whats my name?»,
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| I said «Jane?»
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| So someone take her picture, (click, click)
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| So I dont forget her (click, click)
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| I wish I had a Polaroid, (click, click)
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| So I could remember (click, click)
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| Yeah, yo, uh
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| At a party at my crib, I cant remember what I did,
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| Woke up with a semi-hard dick and a fat chick,
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| Three days a week, call that a hat trick,
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| But everybody knows hockey aint for black kids,
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| They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick,
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| Pinnin every dome in Hollywood to the matress,
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| Sin in every city, LA to Manhattan
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| Grinnin like Im guilty, but I dunno what happened
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| So someone take her picture
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| (They call me Shwayze, kinda like patrick)
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| So I dont forget her
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| (They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick)
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| I wish I had a Polaroid
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| (They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick)
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| They call me Shwayze
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| So someone take her picture
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| So I dont forget her
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| I wish I had a Polaroid
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| So I could remember
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| So someone take her picture
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| So I dont forget her
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| I wish I had a Polaroid
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| So I could remember
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| So someone take her picture
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| So I dont forget her
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| I wish I had a Polaroid
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| So I could remember
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| So someone take her picture
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| So I dont forget her
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| I wish I had a Polaroid
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| So I could remember |