[Intro 12 OClock] Yeah I wanna date you, huh Missy? Can I date you, date you? Can I go out on a date with you? Can I spoil you? Feed you? Can I go out on a date with you? [Chorus Preacherman] If you wanna party with the Zu ma Lets get this party started Drunk up in the VIP ma Lets get this party started Back that thing against the wall now Bend down and touch the floor Whoa, never seen a thing shaped like that ma Bend down and touch ya toes [12 OClock] Hey sexy, see ya smell so sweet And them thongs you wear shows ya ass cheek You in the club like a freak, and ya job is police So wont you drop it down and touch ya feet? Lets pop some bottles, the kind that burn when you swallow And all ya girlfriends, they lookin like models Treat us like celebrities from the time that we get out the car to the VIP What you drinkin ma? See I like what youre wearin and its fittin ya ma See you sexy in appeal, I could picture me ma I got mirrors on my ceil when Im hittin ya ma When Im hittin ya ma, dang it... [Chorus] [Buddha Monk] Zu mackin, step up in the club Lookin for that girl nails done and feed scrubbed Her elegance, got a thug issue We was stuck on the island like Ginger with Phil again Hulk adrenaline, got her ass bendin Her waist cuffed, better feel, oh Mr. Pelican Zu backward man means under your zucinni Persperation from this dance got that thing stringy Keep it there ma, let me know what you drinkin Dont stop ma, how many chips before Im hittin it? You right there ma, girl Im not kiddin Swerve in a Suburban with an ass like Frees [Chorus] [12 OClock] Yeah lets take her to the crib, yeah that girl in the pink Come here We could sex on the covers of this mink Kitchen table or the bathroom sink What do you think? Dont act like ya shit dont stink Can you get me somethin to eat? Chick, Ill buy you a Frank Lemme play with ya hair while ya head down there See I hope that you share, I got my man right here You scared? You like it in the front or the rear? Say yeah [Buddha Monk] Keep it there ma, let me know what you drinkin Dont stop ma, how many chips before Im hittin it? You right there ma, girl Im not kiddin Swerve in a Suburban with an ass like Frees Yes, club night, bottle pops, model hops I look at the room right, look at knees right And shes like now Go down baby Im like, LL, yo slow down baby.. whoa! [Chorus]
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