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Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas
No barcode, no party, no iodine, no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
Work it out 
W-work it out

Get your hands off of my man
Get your-get your-get your
Get-get-get-get your hands off of my man

Get your hands off
Everything's alright, yes

Sleep and I shall soothe you
Calm you, and anoint you
Myrrh for your hot forehead, oh
Then you'll feel
Everything's alright,
Everything's alright, yes

Sleep and I shall soothe you
Calm you, and anoint you
Myrrh for your hot forehead, oh
Then you'll feel
Everything's alright,
Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas
No barcode, no party, no iodine, no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
Work it out 
W-work it out

Get your hands off of my man
Get your-get your-get your
Get-get-get-get your hands off of my man

Get your hands off
Notorious

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your
Notorious

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your
we got to 

Fuck with your woman 
I fuck with your woman 
I fuck with your woman 
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping 

We got to kick that gangster shit
we got to 

Fuck with your woman 
I fuck with your woman 
I fuck with your woman 
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping 

We got to kick that gangster shit
Zaytoven

Do your dance it's your birthday
Move that ass it's your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
my style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather 'round
Now people jump around

Go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, get your
Your cellphone, you're wronged
Your time, your ideas
No barcode, no party
No ID, no beers
Your bank card, your license
Your thoughts, your fears
Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris
(Like fuck ceiling)
Two ounces in my double cup
(This shit gon' kill me)

Fuck your feelings, fuck your
Nile, Chic, Gaga
I want your love, I want your love
I want your love, I want your love
I want your love, I want your love

Do you feel, like you
we got to 

Fuck with your woman 
I fuck with your woman 
I fuck with your woman 
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping 

We got to kick that gangster shit
my style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather 'round
Now people jump around

Go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, get your
my style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather 'round
Now people jump around

Go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, get your
Come on up you say
Cause you can feel your love comin' down
I find myself rushin' over to
Do something for your love

I knock on the door
You answer
(Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand)
(Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand)
(Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your
(Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand)
(Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand)
(Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise
fine, turn the heat up
Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind
Baby the pleasure is all mine, to my people
Who be regulating the dance floor
it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up

Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind
Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people
it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up

Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind
Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people

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