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[Chorus] (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Only imagine, how close all the diamonds in the jewel sit Invisible set and canary yellow, as a tulip See I can spit some calm words to you, through my two lips I can have them hollow tips, popping up out them two clips You pick, don't run up on me with your tool slick I'll be damned if I get jacked with a strap, under my blue nit Don't do nothing foolish, cause I'll completely lose it Give a nigga a new breathing hole, with a pool stick I got hoes square rooted, doubles and cubics They come in groups of two or mo', and they be wanting do it Got females that do lick, and some that strictly do dick But if you freaky prove it, I'll go get the cool whip If you love your shirt so much, that you don't wan' remove it Then you can get up out my party, you can get excluded Don't know what click that you with, but I'm king of the new click Color Changin' Click-clack rap, I plan to rule it clap [Chorus] (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] If you owe me any more than zero cents, time to collect fool I step through, and re possess the nigga my respect's due Hope the numbers you wrote in the middle, of that check's true Unless you fast, and don't think a bullet can catch you Buy a drink I bet you, that she gon get the next two Or she'll be standing next to, the pay phone and get.. Left too bad, your homie had already left too Can't take you home look at your feet, and now she right and left too Who's next to, let Koopa undress you and sex you Can't get you pregnant, condom packs go in and get two We can chop it up like O.G. Ron C, and Mike Watts do Or treat you like some Southern music, and make sure you get screwed [Chorus] (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] Internet, Chamillionaire.com on my channel Run up on the vehicle, I bet that boy get handled I don't like your tone of voice, you better calm your grammar And slap you with the baking soda, my arm and hammer Chain hanging to my nuts, is kinda like you tasting Ice, if your tongue is in the right location I don't fight temptation, I invite temptation Cause I got a lap that, I would like your face in Hey ya-hey ya, ooh-whoa Kemosabi This liquor in my body, and I'm ready to party Hey ya-hey ya, ooh-whoa Kemosabi Hypnotic is for kids, we sipping Gin and Bicardi Hey ya-hey ya, the minute she saw me She whispered, all the things she wanna do So you know I'ma do, just what a playa do And let her leave with me, then send her home to you probably [Chorus] (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) [Outro] Hey ya-hey ya, hey ya-hey ya Heeeee-ooooh, hey ya - 4x