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Hey bitch, come here
You out your motherfuckin' mind? Come here
I mean, you know the rules of the game
Now we can settle this like you got some class
Or we can get into some gangsta shit (I love it)
Yo, yeah, uh
They all lookin' at us 'cause they like that grown man status (I love it)
We don't do no chasin', young bucks be chasin' like Jason
Always smell good, he always smell like the hood
See, I'm a true provider, he's an appetizer, get the apple cider
Sit him at the kiddie table 'cause grown folk bidness could be fatal
Hand him the Play-Doh 'cause you want a nigga that's nice and stable
You only exercise semen, my love will exorcise demons
Make your head spin around, poltergeist will escape when the bed levitate, c'mon
She told the young fella (I love it)
Hand me that salt and pepper
Nobody do it better than that salt and pepper
She told the young heifer (I love it)
Give me that salt and pepper
Don't nothin' get you wetter than that salt and pepper
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way (u-u-uh)
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way (uh)
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way (u-u-uh)
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way (uh)
To all the OGs who got the goatee, a little salty, come on (I love it)
To all the OGs who got the goatee, a little salty, come on (I love it)
To all the OGs who got the goatee, a little salty, come on (I love it)
To all the OGs who got the goatee, a little salty, come on (I love it)
Come on, man
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