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what's going on in your parent's bedrooms 
Sometimes I want to get on T-V and just let loose, 
But can't, but its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
down and speed it up up
You're body bang
See that double butt mix with whats up in my cup
Makes me want you in this club club!
You're body bang, bang
dollars and they made by Maury
My shit's ridiculous, got gold in my toilet stool
And bitches want to swear there's diamonds in my swimmin pool
"He's so
clitoris is.
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade,
They got the discovery channel don't they?
We ain't nothing but
And expect them not to know what a women's clitoris is. 
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade, 
They got
clitoris is.
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade,
They got the discovery channel don't they?
We ain't nothing but
And expect them not to know what a women's clitoris is. 
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade, 
They got
the I.E. 
Bounce to the beach and meet up with my peach (mwah) 
Christina Aguilera sittin naked by the seas 
Hit her off quick out to see Jessica 
Bumped
honda
she got you woozy, got you sick to the stomach
the girl's a club hoe, a two shine dub hoe
not far from a drug hoe, get your back by the PO-PO
you're
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner

[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
And expect them not to know what a women's clitoris is. 
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade, 
They got
the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
8½ on the dope ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How
a McLaren
What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it
Man, I bought a half a pound
much ?cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you want to be
That words only fucked it up more follow me
Are you starting to gather what I'm
you in the murkin' mix
You gone pull in line or we gone spit that venom
I'm thinkin' 10 steps ahead I want my own denim
We were goin' in them stackin
just see me
Cause I do what I do, Like I'm doing for T.V
Cause

[Chorus]

[Christina Milan]
So you want to see me shake my ass?
Tell me Royce
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?

It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
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
locked til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I
And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enough
Plus ya don't stay in
a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
At the bar alchoholing her up

I represent
a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
At the bar alchoholing her up

I represent
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?

[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
8½ on the dope ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How
to the old school
Girl my body's callin' you
Ain't nothin' on this planet rob won't do for you
I'm a pick you up in my Phantom Babe
Hit the club and go