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This is a story a lot of y'all gonna find hard to believe Me and my buddy Big Yeyo was riding back from a show I did up in the Delta We passed a little café, looked like it held about 50 people It had about a hundred cars outside So we decided to turn around and go join the fun Have ourselves a drink We made our way to the bar Ordered two shots of Remy And you know it's funny, out of Out of all 50 women in this place, I didn't see none but one I couldn't see nothing else In the mirror, she was dancing all by herself (yeah) With her sexy little red dress on, slow rolling to the song (my, my) And I, I knew I had to pass that dance floor going to the exit We wasn't there to stay long I got up and right when I got ready to pass her I wanted to grab her hand But my palms were a little sweaty, kinda nervous And y'all would never believe what this woman told me, she said We can do it in your spot (yeah) Or we can do it in the parking lot (yeah) We can do it in the shower (yeah) Baby, let's go for hours (let's go for hours) Said I'm feeling your style (yeah) Let's go grind for a little while (yeah) You can make me holla (you can make me holla) In the back of my Impala (in the back of my Impala) (yeah)" Now, right then I knew that I was gonna have to get me a bus ticket Or a train ticket or something 'Cause there wasn't no way I said it wasn't, it wasn't no way I was going home without loving this woman (uhm) And my buddy Big Ye was my only ride home Then she said, "Hold up LaMorris I'll take you anywhere Just stay with me tonight baby, I promise to take you there" We in the corner baby kissing me All over the highway, rubbing on me I don't really know what it is This girl is giving me this thrill We can do it in your spot (yeah) Or we can do it in the parking lot (yeah) We can do it in the shower (yeah) Baby, let's go for hours (let's go for hours) Said I'm feeling your style (yeah) Let's go grind for a little while (yeah) You can make me holla (you can make me holla) In the back of my Impala (in the back of my Impala) We can get with it girl at your spot (yeah) We can do it in the parking lot (yeah) We can do it in the shower (yeah) Baby, let's go for hours (let's go for hours) 'Cause I'm feeling your style (yeah) Let's go grind for a little while (yeah) And I'll holla (you can make me holla) In the back of your Impala (in the back of my Impala) The pretty Impala baby Alright girl Ooh, ooh hoo I really like it girl I think about it all the time
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