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De La Soul Art Official Intelligence-mosa With Me Intro/chorus: {sung} 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 (repeat 2x) [dove] How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz When you lookin like somethin i need to know about? 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 bling'd(?) out don't(?) wanna 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 (word) 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.. Chorus [pos] 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 ex-pert 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? [dove] Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal Ain't nuttin dull about this, sharp like swiss precision (caught you watch-in) my every move from the door Teran 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 [pos] This ain't your average, whippin your batterage Drivin song that probably 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 color ph-1 Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed But sound the buzzer, i'm comin to sub Chorus 1.25x |
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