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saying, “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)

It’s rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my shit
on over 'cause were having a party
We lighting up the sky with the burning star
Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you are
'Cause we jumpin'
saying, “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)

It’s rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my shit
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone 

Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot 
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
everybody
Come on over 'cuz were having a party
We lighting up the sky with the burning star
Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you are
'Cuz we
sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance,
To doowutchyalike?
And get that thing packed tonight.
Vanessa Williams, ooh, you're so divine, 
Just wanted
the country picks 

D:Martin Van Buren number eight 
For a one-term shot as chief of state 

Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise 
That guy was dead in
the Benz
(What you yelling?)
I'm yellin' "real nigga over everything"

This motherfuckin' 'gnac
Got me not knowing how to act
Bout to fuck on this
strip dancer that you met in a club

(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
tonight.
Vanessa Williams, ooh, you're so divine, 
Just wanted to put your name in my rhyme,

And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, everybody doowutchyalike.
[Hey,
[Lil' Wyte]
Strolling in the club VIP automatically
First three drinks are free as long as I get the vodka and some green
Walk back to my seat hoes are
try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you
Witness the most potest' ferocious niggas that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix
thinkin club med
Caught up in the cross fire when them sets bump heads
Keep yo hand on ya nina in the valley
Or everything you love'll get smoked up in
it change
And now my eyes are open

I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I come alive
I
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.

The American media, greedier than the average