Broke. Ain't got no money, dont know where to go. Just sittin' staring at the stereo. I think we better turn it UP,turn it UP ,turn it UP Loud. Cause
Let's go Pretty lady go on do dat dance Pretty lady go on do dat dance Sexy momma go on do dat dance Sexy momma go on do dat dance Make it move for me
Now we're getting nasty Everybody's talking about the kids The kids got funky soul and groove emotion But if you don't give the kids the chance to use
i'm sick of all your games i'm sick of all of what you say cuz all you do it does not make sense oh no chorus: your
I'm not your boyfriend, baby, I ain't your cute little sex toy, I'm not your lion or your tiger, Won't be your nasty little boy, I'm not your boyfriend
L.A., L.A., baby (She's a) L.A., L.A., baby (You're my) L.A., L.A., baby (She's a) L.A., L.A., baby Driving down the highway With a California breeze
"Look at this mouth, look at these eyes look at these ears look at this hair line" "they match!" "they match the hairline the ears, the mouth, the nose
Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire
I really can't stay Baby, it's cold outside I've got to go away But baby, it's cold outside This evening has been Been hoping that you'd drop in So very
You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios Brian wilson
Well, it's been building up inside of me For oh, I don't know how long I don't know why but I keep thinking Something's bound to go wrong But she looks
Baby it's yours no one does it better Baby it's yours make it last forever You know that it's yours long as were together Baby you can rest assure it'
Oh na na na na na na Baby your body, your body na na na na Oh na na na na na na Baby your body, your body na na na na Turn the lights down low, I'm ready
Sun is creeping down behind the hill Everything is calm, everything is still So baby close your eyes and rest your weary mind Let me hold you close, I
[Drake] She be jumpin up and down tryna fit that ass in Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten All she wanna talk about is partyin and
Done a lot of lying, bought the places that I've been Done a lot of wildn' out, now it looks like it's the end 'Cuz I didn't think that you'd ever leave
You know my baby likes burping You know my baby's kinda nauseating [burps] My little vulgar one is so gross 'cause when I hold her in my arms so close
