Bonafide

Somethin', somethin', somethin'

Right, you just gon' relax

Everybody's in the major league

Ain't nobody wanna be straight up

I see the hotties on the way to work

They be waiting outside the club

See Samantha got a glass of wine

And in the corner she be laggin' behind

To ladies room to powder her lines

She be feeling like dyn-o-mite

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed

Some come move that ass

I know what you wanna do

She's looking for a phat wad

Lord of a god you look good

Premonitions saved for last

'Cause for now we're understood

A me oh my God ya look so fine

I can't touch you cause you're bonafide

A me oh my God ya look so fine

I can't touch you cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in

I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep

I got hills in the back that are plenty steep

And you can do it cause you're bonafide

Yes all the eyes that be staring at you

Is it because I got my Rover outside

See I just don't understand

Is it that you think you can play me fly

No I don't think so girl

I've been through it many times before

I got a tight pocket book

And you know I ain't open it up for no

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passes

So come move that ass

I know what you want to do

You're looking for a phat wad lord of a god

I don't have it for you

So honey baby what you gonna do

Look into my eyes

Tell me what you see

I'm not pretentious

I invent this vibe that you feel

(Chorus)