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the situation ain't right 
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice 
The moves I don' made in my life was difficult 
But if I had two I would do it twice.
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
the music loud
I'm bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Whip, slip, slide by the dancefloor
Baby grab me by the hand say she wanna dance, oh oh
Is
go in the club and dance, mix the alcohol
Great with roach spray, here's a drink, have a ball
Dance to the music, watch it party pooper
Yeah, you
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
of the people out there with love in they hearts
That's positive that feels real good about themselves, loves themselves
I want y'all to repeat after me
of the people out there with love in they hearts
That's positive that feels real good about themselves, loves themselves
I want y'all to repeat after me
hard on the streets for the love of the peeps 

Niggas bring their ass in the clubs every week 

Walk right past the brothers and they can't speak
Out on the weekend
 
 
Let them in, get the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin'
From new york to miami by ten
I think
go in flames
We all got to stick together as one
But at the same time, still have fun
'Cause you don't wanna lose the love for the music
When you
the dub
Sweet bang thug love in the middle of a club
After that, I'm still looking for mo'
I need a bitch, I need a hoe, I need a 3-0-4

[Chorus]
lovin' than it is hatin'
Ain't that right, huh?
Well this is what we gon' do
I want all of the people out there with love in they hearts
That's positive
a fool
Let's look if all
We took the club 
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettin' refunds
They might want to fight
Later on the night
Cause
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You look at me like yeah nigga right
But you gave me you
In your proper context 
You let your lex or your 

Sixty-four suspension 
Bounce away all your tension 
En route to the club 
Where girls need
missin', next day, where your face went? 
With Dolly Parton music playin' in my pickup truck 
My gold sandwich, a swigger liquor chewin' duck 
I got no
everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club

If I was fucking you, I'd be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick
We can't hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to give you some insight
For the musical forces at work
And have a good time in the process
He like to frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and things like to hang outside and cuss for kicks

Talking to no one in particular, they say
But he went down South, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha I'ma getcha
I'm like B.J. my Arm is Strong and I Stretch ya
Styles
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
But he went down South, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha I'ma getcha
I'm like B.J. my Arm is Strong and I Stretch ya
Styles
and hands
You don't gotta love the music, but respect the man

Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never know
it
Cuz you hang out in the street
But you my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gon be here