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Big Snoop Dogg
Can you be my doctor, can you fix me up?
Can you wipe me down, so I can lick you up?
Make you give it up, give it up 'til you say my name
Like a jersey, jersey, shittin' down the game
Be my head coach so you can put me in
And never take me off 'til you can taste the win
Do it again and again 'til you say my name
And by the way, I'm so glad that you came
Tell me, baby, are you wet?
I wanna gonna get you wet
Tell, tell me, baby, are you wet?
I just wanna get you wet
Wet, wet
Drip, drip, drip, drip for me, mami, can you drip, drip, drip?
(Would she, would she lay it down?)
Drip, drip, drip, drip for me, mami, can you drip, drip, drip?
(Would she, would she lay it down?)

It's the, it's the, it's The Cataracs
She's hot on a rainy day
Don't drown
Call me up
I can save you now
Lick your feet and kiss your mouth
Swisha sweet, I got you out
There's only one way we can stop the drought
Come with me, take a trip down south
I can tell she's thirsty
I'm in the hole like a birdie
What you wanna do tonight, it's still early
Wanna get spewed tonight, she's all sturdy
I'm in between your lips
Like a cigarette
She wanna quit
But she wanna
Make it, make it, make it wet
I wanna get you wet
Tell tell me, baby, are you wet?
I just wanna get you wet
Wet, wet
Drip, drip, drip, drip for me, mami, can you drip, drip, drip?
(Would she, would she lay it down?)
Drip, drip, drip, drip for me, mami, can you drip, drip, drip?
(Would she, would she lay it down?)
It's the, it's the, it's The Cataracs
Can you, can you get me up like I'm late for my first class?
So I can give it to you rough like a first draft
Would you like a paper plane, you know 'bout that paper, babe
But fuck them dollar bills, girl, make it rain
Holiday Inn, come and meet me on the 8th floor
Damn, it feels good but I feel bad for them maids though
And, I apologize
But when I slip, slip inside, I turn girls into slip and slide
It's a flood in your heart, love
Girl, let me pop up in your hot tub, hey
Every night, every day, sippin' on a different drink
Different chicks different days, I do it different ways
Where you goin', what'd you say?
I want her river flowin' to another lake
'Nother ocean, 'nother ocean, on the beach, on the beach
I'm 'bout to take a swim, let, let me dip my feet
And get wet
I wanna get you wet
Tell, tell me, baby, are you wet?
I just wanna get you wet
Wet, wet
Drip, drip, drip, drip for me, mami, can you drip, drip, drip?
(Would she, would she lay it down?)
Drip, drip, drip, drip for me, mami, can you drip, drip, drip?
(Would she, would she lay it down?)

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Germany’s minimal dance connoisseur, Steve Bug, started his DJ-career in a small after-hour bar near Ibiza’s Space back in 1991 - soon becoming resident DJ in the best club in his hometown Bremen and booked to major German events such as the Love Parade. In 1993 he released his first productions on Hamburg-based Superstition Recordings (which were immediately licensed by Risin’ High- UK) and in 1996 he founded his own label Raw Elements, followed by a 12“ for Felix Da Housecat’s Radical Fear imprint.

Read more about Steve Bug on Last.fm.


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