ミュージックビデオ

特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
De La Soul
De La Soul
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Songwriter
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Songwriter
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Composer
Marvin Gaye
Marvin Gaye
Composer
Leon Ware
Leon Ware
Composer
Arthur Ross
Arthur Ross
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
De La Soul
De La Soul
Producer
Hightower
Hightower
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz When you lookin' like somethin' I need to know about? I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin' your arm when you'd pass But I see you got class besides all that Yeah I'm picky in my own way too While the rest of these fools is lookin' to screw your brains out I blamed that on why I stand froze Practicin' my hello's, hey lady, how you doin'? Renewin' these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here Shit I don't even know your name yet (word) Ain't sure what your character contains yet But damn lady, you could be my Valentine Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway I grow my confidence in words the Henny way, yeah, buy me a drink So we can sink into that thought path Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Now you know you ain't right, eyein' me up all night Despite the fact some kid is runnin' chitta-chat in your ear How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there When we can make, such an obvious pair? Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit? I'm peepin' how you move it to the pace of the beat Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours Your heavenly body rushin' the tide to shore Your heavenly body rushin' these guys to the floor To find pleasure in your double digit design But these clowns look hurt And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman ex-pert Understandin' how the ovaries and all that shit work Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised That I'm movin' closer- don't be, I'm supposed to D.C Are you for real or a tease? Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal Ain't nothin' dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision (Caught you watch-in) my every move from the door Teran escortin' us to V.I.P., we live in D.C Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess Suckin' the straw huh? You know the head game First place chick girl I'm all about winnin' too I want my trophy life-sized in a see-through This ain't your average, whip on your battered bridge Drivin' song, your partner isn't your type So I type it long with that ink that won't budge Or smudge off your memory; courtesy of SkyTel My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH1 Also need the math to your telephone Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed But sound the buzzer, I'm comin' to sub Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby And you thought GHOST WEED was only for the thugs? Hey ho What? Yeah you ho Oh yeah me You can be down too Yo, Yo Whatever to that I got to start this right here Black Thought I got that shit down pat Check – Hold on hold on (GHOST WEED) Got that Thought shit yo Yo bus it bus it Bout to freak that shit Check me out yo Check it out Uh, as we descend upon the city of schemes See the image fade an interview from a black screen A frail grandmother pack a heavy mack-teen We fiend slash machines in the struggle and things Bloody denim scuff knuckle and things Sucka punchin' fake rappers cost me to take it to the extreme Oh you real son? Well, what do you mean? How you real when you hustling dreams? How you feel like you fuckin with me? Nat Burner fifth militia flame thrower The mic soldier taking things over You're not sober, consider thinking things over, relax We bout to spit it all over the track, yo How you gonna have a girl during Black Thought GHOST WEED GHOST WEED its not like 'wow', its like 'whoa' GHOST WEED has been brought you by wack tobac incorporated, A subsidiary of move your ass Remember when using GHOST WEED Be sure to apply the puff puff pass rule, Brain damage may occur. Result of our product do not include: Platinum Plaques Void where prohibited
Writer(s): Leon Ware, Marvin Gaye, David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Arthur Ross, Vincent Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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