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213

Absolutely
by 213



Me and Nate Dogg were so funky fresh
We fell off into a club to try to pop it to Daz
A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed
A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest

Couple of ladies skating waiting on some info
Them white boys in the back got the indo
With a hookup, a hundred dollars for a half ounce
I got to hit it, get it and bounce

So right back to the place that I started from
Get back hell yeah I'm hardly done
Write that on your motherf***ing izza**
So hold up your gla** and let's make a lil' tizoast

We brag and boast, zig-zag and smoke and keep a big bag of dope
We hold down the VIP wherever we sit
N**** don't get mad if your ho with me

I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure
I'm not out to talk bad about your baby
I'm just trying to be completely sure
You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us

Take ya a** to the floor
I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous
Hope the ho is not yours

Dancing and wining and dining a b****
We humping bumping and grinding the s***
Nothing else to do now but to leave the club
So we can rub-a-dub-dub in my n**** Nate hot tub

Then we can grub on some barbeque
That my Uncle Rio hooked up, so call your crew
10, 11, 12, or 13, all of them b****es they belong to her team
It's so supreme you love my scheme

The way I got baby bringing Daddy all the cream
Yep, and that's the first step
And once you get that, n**** ya got that?
Pump that s*** and fill up my cup and mack that b**** with the big ol' butt

Don't play with it - sway with it
And if it's cool with you, s*** you know I'm okay with it

[Chorus]
Right back, baby girl I know you like that
You try to hide it but you get
Right back, come on over for a nightcap
Yes even though I'm with the right trap
Tell your man that you'll be right back
Even though we only just met
Make sure you don't forget the Jim' pack

I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure
I'm not out to talk bad about your baby
I'm just trying to be completely sure
You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us

Take ya a** to the floor
I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous
Hope the ho is not yours

[Chorus]

Shouts out to the thugs that be back in the club
And of course lil' mama who be backing it up
We be the ones back in the Cut' smoking
Cognac in the cup, we be stroking

After the club, same routine, roll two 13s
Since her front clean you know what I mean?
Tight jeans, ice bling, no ring, no thang
Show off, show her Nate can sing

Show her how my team do our thi-dang
And how we keep Latrell Sprewell's spinning
I'm all hood so the Chucks stay on
It's all good we can do it 'til the break of dawn

[Chorus]
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written by CLAUSEN, FREYA / HARRIS, TINA / PIRRE, FRANCK
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, EMI Music Publishing