LyricsOops, Slim Shady Did It Again

Eminem

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May I have your attention please May I have your attention please Will the real Slim Shady please stand up

I repeat will the real Slim Shady please stand up We're going to have a problem here Ya'll act like you never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door Started whoopin her ass worse than before They first get divorced throwing her over furniture (scream) It's the return of the Oh wait, no way, your kidding He didn't just say what I think he did, did he And Dr Dre said Nothing you idiots Dr Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (haha) Feminist women love Eminem Chicka chicka chicka Slim Shady I'm sick of him Look at him, walking around grabbing his you know what Flipin' the you know who yeah, but hes so cute though Yea I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than what's going on in your parent's bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose, But can't, but its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose By bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips And if I'm lucky you might just give it a little kiss And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a womens clitoris is Of course they gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit 4th grade They got the discovery channel don't they We ain't nothing but mammals, well some of us cannibals Who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope But if you feel like I feel I got the antidote Women wave your panty hoes, sing the and it goes I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up because I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too You think I give a damm about a Grammy Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me But Slim what if u win wouldn't it be weird Why So you guys can just lie to get me here So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first Little bitch put me on blast on MTV Yeah he's cute but I think he's married to Kim, hehe I should download her audio on mp3 And show the whole world how you gave Eminem V.D. (scream) I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups all you do is annoy me So I've been sent here to destroy you And theres a million of us just like me Who cuss like me Who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me Walk, talk and act like me It just might be the next best thing But not quite me 'Cause I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up Because I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up I'm like a headtrip to listen to 'Cause I'm only giving you Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of ya'll And I don't gotta be frost or sugar coated at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it (rip) I just shit it better than 90% of you rappers out there Then you wonder how can kidz eat up these albums like valiums Its funny cuz at the rate im going when I'm 30 Ill be the only person in the nursing home flirting Pinching nurses asses when I'm jackin' off with Jergens and I'm jerking But this whole bag of viagra isn't working And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin' He could be workin at Burger King spitten on your onion rings Or in the parking lot circling Screaming I don't give a fuck With his windows down and system up So will the real Shady, please stand up And put one of those fingers on each hand up And to be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go 'Cause I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up 'Cause I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up 'Cause I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up 'Cause I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up Haha I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us STAN - 16/12/2000 1 week at #1 - 17 Weeks on chart My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways fuck it, what's been up Man how's your daughter My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you Four hours and you just said, No That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you You would write back - see I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S We should be together too My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it I know you got my last two letters I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive You know the song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Slim Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you 'cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too I say that shit just clownin dogg, C'mon - how fucked up is you You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counselling To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan Why are you so mad Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was. it was you Damn WITHOUT ME - 01/06/2002 1 week at #1 - 16 Weeks on chart Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside, round the outside Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside, round the outside Ooooohhhhh Guess who's back, back again Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to See Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that will jump start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the Doctor when I'm not co-operating When I'm rocking the table while he's operating Hey You waited this long to stop debating Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job Miss Cheney But your husbands heart problem's complicated So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So come on dip, bum on your lips Fuck that cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you Debbie Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy Cuz it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy Cuz it feels so empty without me Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prison is helpless 'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells bitch A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution Pollutin' the air waves a rebel So let me just revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass And it's a disaster such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me Well I'm back fix your bent antenna Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter Into the front of your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing Attention Please Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy Cuz it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy Cuz it feels so empty without me A tisk-it a task-it, I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie You 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old Let go, it's over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal I will be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes the shit just seems Everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting But its just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley To do Black Music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) There's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It'll be so empty without me Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy Cuz it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy Cuz it feels so empty without me la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la "Kids!" LOSE YOURSELF - 14/12/2002 1 Week at #1 - 21 Weeks on chart Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin' What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin', how everybody's jokin' now The clocks run out, times up over, blah Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, No He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its Back to the lab again yo This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him You'd better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you'd better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You'd better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you'd better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo The soul's escapin', thru this hole that it's gapin' This world is mine for the takin' Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin", but superstardoms close to post mortal It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water His homes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da la la You'd better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you'd better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You'd better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you'd better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin' roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonour caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama screamin' on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin' option, failures not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salems lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got You'd better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you'd better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You'd better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you'd better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You'd better You can do anythin' you set your mind to, man JUST LOSE IT - 13/11/2004 1 Week at #1 - 7+ Weeks on chart Guess who's back Back again Shady's back Tell a friend Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright Stop... Pajama time Come here little kiddies, On my lap Guess who's back with a brand new rap And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation Aah aah aah aah aah Now worries, pappa's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise I'd an touched on everything, but little boys That's not a stab at Micheal That's just a metaphore, I'm just physco I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good god, dip, do a little slide Band down, touch your toes and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like teepee from my bum hole in the school if you let one go Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it Give a little "poot poot", it's ok (Fart) Oops my cd just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass, Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Just lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Go crazy Aah aah aah aah aah Oh baby Aah aah Oh baby baby aah aah It's Friday and it's my day Used to party all the way to sunday Maybe till monday, I dunno what day Everyday's just a holiday Crusin' on the freeway Feelin' kinda breezy Got the top down, let my hair blow I dunno where I'm goin' All I know is when I get there Someones gonna touch my body Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk But I'm feel just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out... yeah What's your name girl What's your sign Man you must be up out your mind Dre aah aah Beer goggles blind I'm just trying to unwind Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass, Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Just lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Go crazy Aah aah aah aah aah Oh baby Aah aah Oh baby baby aah aah It's Tuesday and I'm locked up I'm in jail and I don't know what happend They say I was running butt naked Down the street screaming Aah aah aah aah aah mother I'm sorry, I don't remember All I know is this much I'm not guilty They said save it Boy we catch you on tape T ellin an old lady, touch my body Now this is the part where the rap breaks down It's really tense, no one makes a sound Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves A step back to reality Look it's B.Rabbit You signed me up to battle I'm a grown man Duba duba duba duba duba duba I don't have any lines to go right here so Duba duba duba duba fella's what, fella's what Grab you left nut, make right one jealous what Black girls White girls Skinny girls Fat girls Tall girls Small girls I'm calling all girls Everyone report to the dance floor It's your chance for a little romentor Butt squeezin it's the season Just go aah aah aah aah It's so appeasing Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass, Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Just lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Go crazy Aah aah aah aah aah Oh baby Aah aah Oh baby baby aah aah Mmmmm touch my body Mmmmm touch my body Ooh boy just touch my body I mean girl just touch my body LIKE TOY SOLDIERS - 12/02/2005 1 Week at #1 Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle rages on for toy soldiers I'm suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't suppose to know it Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it don't matter I never drag 'em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to I'm suppose to set an example, I need to be the leader My crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside 'em That Ja shit, I tried to squashed it, it was too late to stop it There's a certain line, you just don't cross and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it Now it's never my object to for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy something I helped build It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning And that's just outta respect for not running my mouth And talking about something that I knew nothing about Plus Dre told me stay out, just wasn't my beef, So I did I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my live, like fuck it I understand, this is business and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle rages on for toy soldiers It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it Shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more, is it It's a different ball game, call names and you ain't just rapping We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it Meanwhile my intentions pulley'd in other directions Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came was through that publication, the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it That motha fucker can get it too, fuck 'em then But I'm so busy being pissed off, I don't stop to think That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind Still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us As soon as we give the orders, never to extort us Strictly to show they support us Maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in to show we love 'em back And to let 'em know how important is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is But I ain't trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further Now don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm copping I'm just willing to be the bigger man If y'all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking Cause frankly I'm sick of talking I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscious Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle rages on for toy soldiers SMACK THAT vs AKON 25/11/2006 - 1 week at #1 Shady Convict Up front Akon Slim Shady I see the one Cuz she be that lady I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oooh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oooh Up front style. Ready to attack now Pull in the parking lot slow with the lack down Convicts got the whole thing packed down Step in the club. The wardrobe intact now I feel it. Go on and crack now Ooh, I see it. Don't let back now Im'a call her. Then I put the mack down Money? No problem. Pocket full of that now I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oooh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oooh Ooh! Looks like another club banger They better hang on When I throw this thang on Get a little drink on. They goin' flip For this Akon shit. You can bank on it Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws The way she climbs up and down them poles Lookin' like one of them Pretty Cat Dolls Tryna hold my woody back through my drawers Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her Creeps up behind me and she's like, you're I'm like, yeah I know, let's cut to the chase No time to waste. Back to my place Plus from the club to the crib's like a mile away Or more like a palace, shall I say And plus I got a pal. Every gal is game In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing (Akon!) I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oooh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oooh Eminem's rollin', D an' them rollin' Boo an' Oh Marvelous an' them rollin' Women just hoin' Big booty rollin' Soon I be all in them an' throwin D Hittin' no less than 3 Block will style like wee, wee Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oooh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oooh

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