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    Girl, let me see U dance

    New coat, huh? That's nice
    Did U buy it? Yeah, right
    U seein' that rich motherfucker again
    U know who I'm talkin' about
    That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
    Don't got 2 play me 4 yesterday's fool
    Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
    I'm sorry, baby, that's the rules
    I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
    And all U do is suck up food and heat
    Say what? Oh yeah
    4 someone who can't stand them TV dinners
    U sure eat enough of them motherfuckers

    Who bought U that diamond ring? Yeah, right
    Since when'd U have a job?
    U seein' that rich motherfucker again
    What's his name? Bob?
    Bob, ain't that a bitch?
    What's he do 4 a living? Manage rock stars?
    Who? Prince?
    Ain't that a bitch?
    That skinny motherfucker with the high voice
    Please, who do I look like, baby?
    Yesterday's fool?
    Don't U know I will kill U now?
    U're fuckin' right, I got a gun
    U think I don't?
    Then what's this?
    Oh, U quiet now, uh huh
    Little? Yeah, right
    It might be little but it's loud
    Yeah, right, mm hmm

    Now put that suitcase down and go in there
    And put on that new wig I bought U
    No no, no no, the reddish-brown one
    Bob, ain't that a bitch?

    Oh
    Gotcha {x2}

    Hey Bob, if U're out there, let me see U dance
    U said U was funky
    Come on {x2}

    Ain't that a bitch? Bob

    Come out with your hands up
    I'll kick your ass
    This is your last warning
    U think I won't?
    Oh no, the nigger's got a laser
    Let's get the hell outta here

    {Phone voice repeats "Operator, what city, please?"}
    Is Mr. George home?
    Hello, Mr. George?
    This is your conscience, motherfucker
    Why don't U leave motherfuckers alone?
    What's wrong with U?
    Well, why can't we just dance? Why can't we just dance?
    No, fuck that, fuck that!
    I don't talk about U, I don't talk about U
    U little almond-shaped head ass
    Who the fuck do U think this is?
    I'll kick your ass? twice!

    Bob, if U're out there, let me see U dance
    U said U were funky
    Come on

    B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what's it say?
    Same motherfuckin' shit
    Turn it out

    Bob, ain't that a bitch?