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[Intro] [Answering Machine] Monday, ten fifty-three A.M. [Voice on phone] JD, it's me, Bree Call me, babe Havin' all them parties, us cats down here think ya'll on vacation, man Stop doin', man [JD] Come on See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know? And I see it ain't too many ya'll That can make 'em dance like I do (You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?) The thing what's funny is Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me Cuz I'm making all the money HA HA HA HA HA [JD] While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal Lettin' champagne spills on my house in the grill And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill Makin' ya' dance every chance I get And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch bricks? Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast What? [Da Brat] Now, e'where I pass They wanna see the big booty mamma Tapping some ass And whether you believe it or not You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers My whole entourage keep it top notch Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops Got big things, baby I'm still greedy to my enemies I hope you keep on envying me Yeah, uh [JD] Whatcha'll wanna do, huh? Say you wanna get down, huh? Watcha wanna do, huh? Say you wanna get down, huh? [Usher] All we wanna do (Say what, say what?) Is party (Uh huh, uh huh) With you [Da Brat] Who dat? She the one who love drama? Keep it heated stay undefeated from the Chi comma I