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    [Lil Wayne:]
    Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya daddy

    Ya, right off the bat
    I'm a mack
    We can get it poppin, we can get it crack-in'
    And if your man is whack
    And if he lack what I pack
    Then I will make you lack him
    Shorty we can do what you wanna, how you wanna
    Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them
    And my clip never droppin'
    We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten
    Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat on your back back back
    I smack smack smack that
    And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue
    And it goes Brrrr-At-Dat Dat Dat
    Now who wanna get shot baby I could tap that
    Yup I could tap that (atta?) Rat Pack
    I could lay back like a fat cat
    But I'm a big dog on any track
    Ah- and we got it pumpin' e'ry night e'ry night
    When we get into our thing
    You know I had to tell them young niggaz
    When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring
    But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain
    I'm hot, I smoke like two trains
    I'm trained, I know how to do things
    My thing - hot like blue flame
    Flame- the fireman put it out
    She hot- the fireman put her out
    All she gotta do is call up emergency
    And I will be on my way to the house
    Not now? I know somebody home
    Don't leave me noddin' baby
    All you gotta do is bring that (cmon?)
    And we can get it poppin' baby.

    [Chris Brown:]
    Say what yo' name is
    Ooh yeah that fits you girl
    Tell me where you headed
    Can I walk with you girl?
    You got that look in your eyes
    That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time
    And I'm on it girl, that's right I'm on it girl
    See this is the first time I had a girl
    Who's looks set me on fire
    I'm really trying to get to know you better girl
    You aint gotta act like you shy
    Cuz we gon' do, something
    something is gon' get, done
    And we gon' get, crunk
    And have a lot of, fun
    And I say...

    Shorty, shorty
    She growing her hair
    She working them jeans
    She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it
    She keep it on and, poppin'
    Shorty keep it on and poppin'
    Ooh, oooh, ooh yeah
    Shorty, shorty
    The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
    Aint no mistaking, playing, or faking
    You got me open and waitin', and poppin'
    You keep me on and poppin'
    Oooooh, oooooooh

    Unh, unh, let me tell you
    I'm tryin' to keep my swagger, but you 'bout to have
    me girl
    Jump through about four or five hoops of, ooh baby
    Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you
    girl
    Oh yes you're mean and viscious the way you switchin'
    Now I say
    This is the first time I had a girl
    Who's looks set me on fire
    I'm really trying to get to know you better girl
    You aint gotta act like you're shy
    Cuz we gon' do, somethin'
    Somethin', is gon' get done
    And we gon' get, crunk
    And have a lot of, fun
    Ooooh, oohh ooohhhhh

    Shorty, shorty
    She growing her hair
    She working them jeans
    She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it
    She keep it on and, poppin'
    Shorty keep it on and poppin'
    Ooh, oooh, ooh yeah
    Shorty, shorty
    The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
    Aint no mistaking, playing, or faking
    You got me open and waitin', and poppin'
    You keep me on and poppin'
    Oooooh, oooooooh

    [Juelz Santana:]
    Ya Dipset! I'm Santana, 'ey!

    How ya doin' baby, nice to meet ya
    Wait, let me not mislead ya
    First off, I'm about my dough and cheese
    Just call me a slice of pizza
    Yup- I'll be your pizza guy
    Deliver your pizza pie
    I got a chauffer named Woodrow
    Car named Bentley
    When I speak he drives
    Shorty know how to work it like a model
    She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle
    Baby if you was a car
    I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago
    I leave you on a higher note
    Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note
    You get diagnosed
    With a higher dose
    Of what you never had before- me!
    Plus I aint like them other guys that be cryin' broke
    Whinin' broke
    I'm about my bread, you heard what I said
    Baby I'm a loaf!
    Come let me screw ya
    Bring it here, let me be your tutor
    We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that
    scooter
    Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G
    In the back of my Maserati
    Then I drop you off before curfew time
    The kind of guy I be
    Oh I'm
    So kind
    Them other guys ... are not like me
    So don't pay them ... no mind
    Uh-uh!

    [Chris Brown:]
    Shorty, shorty
    The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
    Aint no mistaking, playing, or faking
    You got me open and waitin', and poppin'
    You keep me on and poppin'
    Oooooh, oooooooh

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