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Язык песни: Английский
With Me / Ghost Weed Skit 03 |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz |
| When you lookin' like somethin' I need to know about? You know |
| I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin' your arm when you’d pass |
| But I see you got class besides all that |
| Yeah I’m picky in my own way too |
| While the rest of these fools is lookin' to screw your brains out |
| I blamed that on why I stand froze |
| Practicin' my hello’s, hey lady, how you doin'? |
| Renewin' these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here |
| Shit I don’t even know your name yet |
| Ain’t sure what your character contains yet |
| But damn lady, you could be my Valentine |
| Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked |
| Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway |
| I grow my confidence in words the Henny way |
| Yeah, buy me a drink so we can sink into that thought path |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Now you know you ain’t right, eyein' me up all night |
| Despite the fact some kid is runnin' chitta-chat in your ear |
| How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there |
| When we can make, such an obvious pair? |
| Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit? |
| I’m peepin' how you move it to the pace of the beat |
| Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours |
| Your heavenly body rushin' the tide to shore |
| Your heavenly body rushin' these guys to the floor |
| To find pleasure in your double digit design |
| But these clowns look hurt |
| And as a woman’s ex-nigga I’m a woman expert |
| Understandin' how the ovaries and all that shit work |
| Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised |
| That I’m movin' closer, don’t be, I’m supposed to D.C. |
| Are you for real or a tease? |
| Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal |
| Ain’t nuttin' dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision |
| My every move from the door |
| Terran escortin' us to V.I.P., we live in D.C. |
| Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess |
| Suckin' the straw huh? You know the head game |
| First place chick girl I’m all about winnin' too |
| I want my trophy life-sized in a see through |
| This ain’t your average, whip on your battered bridge |
| Drivin' song, your partner isn’t your type |
| So I type it long with that ink that won’t budge |
| Or smudge off your memory, courtesy of SkyTel |
| My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1 |
| Also need the math to your tele P H one |
| Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed |
| But sound the buzzer, I’m comin' to sub |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |
| Dance with me, come on dance with me baby |