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De La Soul Take It Off

it off Take, take, take, take it off Take, take, take, take it off Take, take, take, take it off Take, take, take, take it off Take it off Take that

it off.) Take take take take take it off... Take it off, take take take take it off Take it off, take take take take it off, Take it off, take take take

you scared like a monster, monster, monster Too bad Oh-oh Hollywood, it's got you jumping like you should (Too bad) It's got you bouncing off the walls It

found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, and in her soul. In the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's gonna

Momma told me one day it was gonna happen But she never told me when She told me it would happen when I was much older Wish it would've happened then (

braining it Lookin like your little sister came that painted it Slick, like calamari tentacles Staring at my chain I kicked off your Jimmy Choos I weigh

move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make

read it believe it Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's

gotta get back to Wondaland Take her back to Wondaland She thinks she left her underpants Take me back to Wondaland I gotta get back to Wondaland Take her back to Wondaland Take