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Lyrics
Late last night we were on the move
The club was freaky jumpin’; everybody was in the groove
There was somethin’ in the air that made you wanna let down your hair
In my funk illusions I didn’t have a care
Well, she came up on my back, I said, “Man, that girl is stacked!”
And I never saw it comin’; you’ve got to tear it up
I never saw it comin’; you’ve got to tear it up…
Now I have no money and she saw right through
But I’ve got my hustle, baby, that keeps ‘em in the mood
She said, “We don’t need no cash just as long as you’re gonna last.”
And at just that moment, everything went black
Well it came without a sound, Lord I could’ve put that muthafukka down
Now when I came to, I saw the flashing lights
And the cops were asking’ questions about a girl that night
I said I might’ve been a little blind, the some fool came from behind
They said, “Don’t you worry, it ain’t about you this time.”
Well, the fool that had you jacked took six shots in the back
copyright 2002 patrick peterson, mike mcgavin
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