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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guerilla Black
Guerilla Black
Performer
Roy Hamilton
Roy Hamilton
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roy Hamilton
Roy Hamilton
Composer
Charles Williamson
Charles Williamson
Composer
Chuck Mangione
Chuck Mangione
Composer
R. Karshner
R. Karshner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Mackenzie
Jeremy Mackenzie
Engineer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Alan Mason
Alan Mason
Engineer
Roy Hamilton
Roy Hamilton
Producer

Lyrics

Chorus (repeat x2) I can make the sunrise, and the moon fall When my plane land, you better take it off Stop playing girl, yeah I'm trying to fuck something Stop playing girl, yeah I'm trying to fuck something [Verse 1] Check it You lookin dope in your Dolce Gabbana boots Ma there ain't nuthin I can't do, huh The motion's in the oceans My dick game is potent, ma what would give you those notions Cause I'm fat, I hit it like I'm skinny Choke up that dro from the IHOP to Denny's It's your choice, real pretty skin tone Real pretty voice, that make grown men moan I like your style, your grace, your face You tasting better than the icing on the cake And if I say I'll drink your bath water, huh You know I'm drinking up your bath water Chorus x2 [Verse 2] You wanna talk to a balla, don't let them sims stall ya Slide in ya man's X5, when I call ya And let ya hair blow I'm in the Embassy Suite room 304 and don't wear nuthin under your trenchcoat You remind of Lisa Raye Cut the lights low so we can play and grind till the day I got chicks in every city Some classy, some saddity And two or three bomber than purple chronic in Phillies From the G4, to the limo, to the penthouse on South Beach Since I fucking keep my name out your mouth piece Skin tone alone drive me crazy I can't imagine being without ya Everyday is about ya Chorus x2 [Verse 3] We pushin 6's, they pushin Grand Cherokees Forget them dude's ma, hell I'm the man to see Fulfill fantasies, slap the ass cheek Like I did my victims in my last robberies, hell You know the game, the name, 'B-L-A-C-K' Pop the champagne then blaze the mary j From the Bay, back to LA now I'm old school 'Pelle Pelle' with the chain out Fade to the right a little like Barbershop I hit it hard enough that half the neighbors call the cops Sexy chocolate, I got more power than, 'Stunnin Steve Austin' Yes please take caution Chorus x2 Bridge (x4 - through fade) Don't bring your girl around Or her panties coming down
Writer(s): Roy Leaford Hamilton, 1, Roger Kay Karshner, Chuck Mangione, Charles Williamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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