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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
Makeba Riddick
Makeba Riddick
Additional Vocals
Sam Lewis
Sam Lewis
Additional Vocals
Derek Hodge
Derek Hodge
Bass
Hannah Sidibe
Hannah Sidibe
Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Wilson
E. Wilson
Songwriter
L. Lynn
L. Lynn
Songwriter
Makeba Riddick
Makeba Riddick
Songwriter
Percy Mayfield
Percy Mayfield
Songwriter
Hannah Sidibe
Hannah Sidibe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Common
Common
Producer
Sam Lewis
Sam Lewis
Assistant Engineer
Omar Loya
Omar Loya
Assistant Engineer
Anna Ugarte
Anna Ugarte
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Laurence Naber
Laurence Naber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
No ID
No ID
Executive Producer
David Kutch
David Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Producer
Mike Chavez
Mike Chavez
Producer

Lyrics

La la la la la La la la la la Bow! Bow! I came through the door with the raw Martin Margiela superstar status Everything stellar, with some bad bitches and some ex-drug sellers Niggas already jealous, we in this joint like Bob Marley and The Wailers She already wanna pick, bitch don't be so over zealous Go to the bar to get around like a propeller The bar maid's name is Stella I'm so appalled like McCartney, would you record me Am I really mad? Hardly, I'm here to party One of y'all to give me body like Lati-fah Niggas in the corner smoking that ree-fa Seen a girl she had bottom like a speak-er Wanna put some hands on her like a preach-er Hmmmm! Well let me take my time She ordered Bacardi, getting twisted in the limelight Seen that ass cause I got hindsight She was lit shining bright in a fit that was tight 'Bout to get that invite to a night over Egypt She said "You rap?" Yea mummy I'm Tutankhamun kicking it, spending this rap money Feels so good I wanna touch somebody So let's go, go Wanna feel you close, keep touching Feels so good I wanna touch somebody So let's go, go Wanna feel you close, keep touching La la la la la, how you like it La la la la la, how you like it La la la la la, how you like it La la la la la, how you like it She was all couture, in a Tom Ford Security guard let me in cause I'm lord Of finesse, the under, the rings, the dress Code is to always stay fresh Aware of a chest cause I stay abreast She was extra cold, I'm here to de-congest This nigga next to us was slopped and made a mess Knocking over bar stools, I hoped that he carpooled I'm locked into my mood, Long as dude don't disturb my groove I won't have to take it back to high school Rewind! No need to take me back in time Keep my mind on the grind and the great feline Cause what's in front of me is this behind Up north she's thick, down south she's fine Tuned in to what I'm doing I'm so unassuming when I'm pursuing The ladies, the ladies, a soldier of love like Sade So in love to this lady when this nigga tried to play me Saw me talking to slim and started acting shady Dude got foul like crack in the 80s Uh, uh, uh! You don't wanna test this yo You never know who got a check up in the disco "You Hollywood." Nah nigga, I'm Chicago So I cracked his head with a motherfucking bottle Feels so good I wanna touch somebody So let's go, go Wanna feel you close, keep touching Feels so good I wanna touch somebody So let's go, go Wanna feel you close, keep touching La la la la la, how you like it La la la la la, how you like it La la la la la, how you like it La la la la la, how you like it
Writer(s): Ernest Wilson, Lonnie Lynn, Percy Mayfield, Hannah Tobel Sidibe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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