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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
(feat. Jah Don, Kardinal Offishall)
[Chorus x2: Afu-Ra, Kardinal Offishall] Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah All the pretty girls wanna wind up them way, sha-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah See them lil' girls, buckwildin' in the place, sha-la [Afu-Ra] I like a chunky, badunki, mami Word is bond, hypnotize a brother, like she was a swami, I be All up on this dance hall, clean I can wind up some tight, and have her spendin' her greed, come on And face it, take it-take it down to the floor Have her spinning her around, have her coming back for more, that's right She fell in love with a king man, dippin' the end The type of cat, that I can rip up the jam I'm brand new again, a new tune again, I'm not a hooligan Me and shorty, we enact the Blue Lagoon again Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and don't you see Her booty's boomin' her jeans, it's bustin' at the scene And don't you see, shorty, yeah, you lookin' good shorty You and me shorty, that's right, let's make a movie shorty I know you see it shorty, damn, you kind tight, shorty You and me, precise, that's right, we kinda right shorty [Chorus x2] [Jah Don] The type that wanna battle, but they know I battle New York They really wanna know what's up They all set out to bank up, or they find out what's up The New York, all sound, yes, that's us Them girls, them type to time We all see them, but then dey bum on the time Baby girls, y'all free the bloodline We all see them, but then dey bum on the time When y'all off, and when I'm on, and then have to spend mines Cuz each and every day, a blood can get in my way So keep my minds in front, and don't send him my bad way It's all about a better way, and really wanna try I be there for you, and atleast I don't pretend, and do I try Begin to hold it down, cuz the world is mine So then me keep it sharp, as a dime, wow, wow We held it tight, now, it's so tight, now [Chorus x2] [Kardinal Offishall] Mr. Kardinal say, back up in it again, my friend Yea a murderer, finish it again up to the end Me don't play, me don't lay with them, we slangin' them Strayin' them away from all the suckers, and no luck It's the same ten steps, back up truckers, we high class fuckers Girls looking real bugee, before they get stripped that's it They come with a bag of talk, and a bag of attitude But all I'ma trynna do is bag it up, and teach you Dot City, where the queens in jeans stay All of them ghettio chicks live around my movie, you know? It ain't nothing, you cutting to a PF Cuttin' Cuttin', then we trucking, ready to be with another suckers Black Jay's from BK to UK Stay the number one champion, with the girls, dun Get it? Girls if you wit it, let me spit it in the place What come, don't know why they waste, you know? [Chorus x2] |
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