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    Hit me
    Generals gathered in their masses
    Get out the way
    Just like witches at black masses
    Get out the way bitch, get out the way
    Evil minds that plot destruction
    Get out the way
    Sorcerers of death's construction
    Get out the way bitch, get out the way
    In the fields the bodies burning
    Get out the way
    As the war machine keeps turning
    Get out the way bitch, get out the way
    Death and hatred to mankind
    Get out the way
    Poisoning their brainwashed minds
    Oh lord yeah!

    Oh no! the fight's out
    I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
    Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
    There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
    I've been drankin' and bustin' two
    And i been thankin' of bustin' you
    Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
    And if your friends jump in, "ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
    Causin' confusion, disturbin tha peace
    It's not an illusion, we runnin the streets
    So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
    Is there a bumper on your ass? no nigga!
    I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
    So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
    I'm d.u.i., hardly ever caught sober
    And you about to get ran the fuck over

    (x4)
    Move bitch, get out the way
    Get out the way bitch, get out the way

    Let's go!

    Aye
    Teach me how to dougie (aye)

    Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie
    Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie

    All my bitches love me
    All my, all my bitches love me
    All my bitches love me
    You ain't fuckin wid my dougie!

    Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie
    Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie

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    All my bitches love me
    All my, all my bitches love me
    All my bitches love me
    You ain't fuckin wid my dougie!

    No one on the corner has swagger like...

    Yeah buddy
    Rolling like a big shot
    Chevy tuned up like a nascar pit stop
    Fresh paint job (check)
    Fresh inside (check)
    Is the outside frame in the trunk wide (yes)
    Are the rims big (what)
    Do it ride good (good)
    Lean back right hand on the pine wood (ughh)

    Whooa
    Clean on the outside
    Cream on the inside
    Ice cream paint job (paint job)
    I got screens on the dash watchin saved by the bell,
    Got a house by the bay side (bay side)
    Yeah im livin like that, like that like that
    And im riding like that, like that like that
    Boy im ridin like that and the steerin wheel wood like
    A basbeall bat.
    Just like archie said we ready! (ready)
    Whole click straight lunatics like nelly (nelly)
    Grand marquis paint job grape jelly
    R triple bc big black box chevy (chevy)
    Crank my car (car)
    She be hummin (hummin)
    Rims so big you can see me commin (commin)
    Prime time click (yea)
    We get money (money)
    Stay iced up like tv johnny

    Cream on the inside clean on the outside
    Cream on the inside clean on the outside
    Cream on the inside clean on the outside
    Cream on the inside clean on the outside
    Ice cream paint job

    Cream on the inside clean on the outside
    Cream on the inside clean on the outside
    Cream on the inside clean on the outside
    Cream on the inside clean on the outside
    Ice cream, i , i, i, ice cream paint job

    Tick tock you don't stop

    They're forming in straight line
    They're going through a tight wind
    The kids are losing their minds
    The blitzkrieg bop

    They're piling in the back seat
    They generate steam heat
    Pulsating to the back beat
    The blitzkrieg bop

    If you want it you can get it
    If you with it i'ma hit it
    Flip it rub it up and smack it
    Look back at it i'm a addict

    Hey ho, let's go!

    Missy be puttin' it down, i'm the hottest round
    I told y'all mother (*skurt*), y'all can't stop me
    Now
    Listen to me now, i'm lastin' twenty rounds
    And if you want me (people) then come on get me now (yes)
    Is you with me now (yes) then biggie biggie bounce (yes)
    I know you dig the way i sw-sw-switch my style (holla!!)
    People sing around (yes)
    Now people gather round, now people jump around

    (2x)
    Go, get your freak on (6x)
    Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on

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    Composition: Gregg Gillis

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