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        [Intro (Big Boi)]
    Slowly as Sir Luscious step up like a Q-Dawg
    A-town’s up, deuces down it’s the new call
    And you can dial 1-888-CUT-SOMETHING
    I’m your kinky operator when you wanna f--- something
    Ain’t no dial tones just milestones, of pleasure to reach
    To each his own, I’m a stone cold Aquarian freak
    Humanitarian, barbarian but under the sheets
    It’s the player from the Point
    And your girl from the D

    ARE YOU INFATUATED WITH ME
    I COULD END YOUR CURIOSITY
    IF YOU DON´T THINK I´M TOO RUDE
    HERE´S YOUR CHANCE TO MAKE YOUR MOVE

    I SIT AND WAIT FOR NOBODY
    PEOPLE SAY THAT MY STYLE IS SO CRAZY
    I THINK YOU LIKE IT BABY
    DO YOU WANT TO GET NASTY
    I DARE YOU TO UNDRESS ME

    BABY, LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA ROLL
    WITH THIS HIP HOP STAR
    BABY I´M GONE FLOW WITH MY PANTS DOWN LOW
    I´M A HIP HOP STAR
    BABY LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA RIDE WITH THIS
    HIP HOP STAR
    I´M A ROCK STAR

    DO I BLOW YOU AWAY?
    DO I STIMULATE YOUR MIND
    WOULD YOU TASTED MY LOVE IF I KICK IT TIGHT
    I HAVE NONE TO WASTE WITH YOU
    I GUESS YOU CAN SAY
    MY STYLE IS SO CRAZY
    I THINK YOU LIKE IT BABY
    DO YOU WANT TO GET MESSY
    I DARE YOU TO UNDRESS ME

    BABY, LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA ROLL
    WITH THIS HIP HOP STAR
    BABY I´M GONE FLOW WITH MY PANTS DOWN LOW
    I´M A HIP HOP STAR
    BABY LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA RIDE WITH THIS
    HIP HOP STAR
    I´M A ROCK STAR

    UNDRESS ME UNDRESS ME
    YOU CAN COME
    COME BABY, UNDRESS ME

    Take off that tank top and pull off them drawers
    The girls all pause, got them drippin down they sugar walls
    Aw naw! Getting to the nappy root
    Knocking boots and stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto!
    A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal
    Never settle for less my rose petal
    Tooey, tooey, tooey, tooey! Spit game!
    Venom to get it up in ‘em, let me “p” pop that thang
    First check her brain to see if she’s sane,
    Deranged or strange or crazy as hell
    You never can tell these days
    Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins man
     
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