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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uncle Sam
Uncle Sam
Performer
Wanya Morris
Wanya Morris
Background Vocals
Popa Chief
Popa Chief
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Stockman
Shawn Stockman
Composer
MAS-PD
MAS-PD
Composer
Popa Chief
Popa Chief
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wanya Morris
Wanya Morris
Executive Producer
MAS-PD
MAS-PD
Producer
Popa Chief
Popa Chief
Producer
Nathan Morris
Nathan Morris
Executive Producer
Michael McCary
Michael McCary
Executive Producer
Charlucci Finney
Charlucci Finney
Executive Producer
Jim Hinger
Jim Hinger
Engineer
Mike Long
Mike Long
Assistant Engineer
Jim Bottori
Jim Bottori
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Word up, hear ye, hear ye Uncle Sam, Stone Creek for the 9's Word is bond, I hope you paid your taxes 'Cause it's time to bring the ruckus That's what's up, yo Sam, bring it on I'm gonna steal your love from your man And put it in my pocket Turn your heart around never let you down And then I'm gonna knock it For all you do, this bud's for you And give you almost everything you want Just enough to please you Are you down? Can you feel it? I need to know now what you feel I got love girl, can you feel it? And no need to hide if it's real Pop a little Cristal Even though I don't drink at all Put your mind in a vibe Make you feel all funny inside Hey, no need to worry 'Cause I won't hurt you 'Cause I won't hurt you Just wanna give you all The feel-goods you deserve Girl, I'm gonna be the one To make this night A night you won't forget Are you down? Can you feel it? I need to know now what you feel I got love girl, can you feel it? And no need to hide if it's real Are you down? Can you feel it? I need to know now what you feel I got love girl, can you feel it? And no need to hide if it's real Popa Chief threw the stone in the Creek Can I tempt your tummy with the taste of nuts 'n honey Can I be your playboy you can be my bunny Take all my money, treat me like a dummy And in the morning, wake and rub me on my tummy Tickle my fancy and guess what I'll tickle you back with something lacey I'll massage and crack your back The roughneck chicken needs a roughneck chickadee The question of the day, is you down with me? Time ticks, just me and you on the miss Grant your every wish Be your favorite dish, plus dessert Doesn't matter what time when I do work Perform like a one man concert Here's the plan pop in a tape of Uncle Sam Then I'll show you how nice I am 'Bout to make your mate insanely jealous And if he don't like it, he got to find us to tell us Are you down? Can you feel it? I need to know now what you feel I got love girl, can you feel it? And no need to hide if it's real Are you down? Can you feel it? I need to know now what you feel I got love girl, can you feel it? And no need to hide if it's real Are you down? I need to know now I got love girl And no need to hide if it's real Are you down? I need to know now I got love girl
Writer(s): Shawn Patrick Stockman, Wanya Jermaine Morris, Clifford Johnson, Mas Pd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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