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(Intro:) Say, say (Ooh) Say, ooh Say, say (Ooh) Say, ooh (Salt:) Yeah, what's up baby (Man:) Oh, I'm chillin' (Salt:) You know, you got me thinkin' about you right (Man:) Right (Salt:) Word up, I wanna see you, what's up (Man:) I'm ok, I'm chillin' What we gon' do By yourself (Salt:) Yeah (Man:) What you up to (Salt:) No, I'm just ridin' (Cheryl Salt James:) Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child Hot '97, New York-style Got my head racin', thinking deep 'Bout them biceps, oh yes, you look sweet Incredible, like edible, the best Bar-type, hard heart beatin' in my chest Yes, blessed with that hardcore passion Fingertips on my hips, lips reactin' Goosebumps, pumps in the air Love like this is rare, so I don't even care Say ooh, I need to make you happy You just so black and nappy Come and get it, make it snappy Chorus: Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling Head noddin' to the bomb, what's goin' on Say ooh, I tell you what I do You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on Say ooh, I gotta get with you What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it (Cheryl Salt James & Sandra Pepa Denton:) Summertime in the city, I'm pretty I'm hot, twelve-o-clock Lampin' in my drop top with my crew Ooh, I should call my boo Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow Maybe see a show, call your peep's yo Champagne smooth, cruise around the way So baby what you say Can you come out and play I'm ready at dawn, let's get it on We can break away, to the break of dawn You're tryin' to flex, no sex, wanna chill A feeling that you're real You feeling what I feel Chorus: (Cheryl Salt James:) Victoria Secret, I'm jiggy down to my skins Smellin' good, pocket full of ends I got you, you just come as you are Gas tank full, I got a fast car Up to par, the bubbly, some food Your style's like smooth, put me in the mood With your click, got my chicks, the pickin's Flew in from D.C., wanna see how we be livin' Whatever's clever, we be together Show at the Apollo, make it last forever Hit the supper club (Yo, can I get a hug) Rub-a-dub at the Q, what's up with me and you Chorus: Got it goin' on I wanna get with you Cuz I feel it (Cheryl Salt James:) Yeah, when I hit your block I dial you on my cell phone The Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zone I'm all alone, cruisin', laid back Feel the need for your presence The essence of your manhood, Black Just like that, uh, yeah (Man:) Right here, baby (Salt:) Right there, baby Man:) Oh, all right (Salt:) Hmm (Man:) You like that (Cheryl Salt James & Sandra Pepa Denton:) Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling Bangin' to the bomb, what's goin' on Say ooh, I tell you what I do You go get your crew and I'll go get my crew Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling Bangin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on Say ooh, I gotta get with you What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it What's up, what you wanna do, yeah, yeah You got it goin' on You've got me feeling you, oh yeah |
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